The wise Kings of old Heard their Stories told When Gods and Men Fight togehter again There would come a Day Their Prophets would Say When Man is near Death He will bow and pray Listen to me to what I say This is not that Day Those of you who wish to pray An End I'll give with my own Blade A Family torn Born to rule Cheated of the Throne The younger Son And the chosen One Ripped a Kingdom apart Years of Dirt Decades of Pain Have seen me arrive At these Gates again The House of my Birth A strange Sight now I will watch it burn Tears may fill these Eyes Perhaps even after I die I am all that remains Of a once noble Name Listen to me to what I say This is not that Day Those of you who wish to pray An End I'll give with my own Blade