If I should not continue on
Then let me freeze
Freeze again to death
If she will receive me
Then through these gates
I must proceed
Erthe's very womb
From whence all were born
I taste the stench of death
My sight grows sharp
My breath is steady
He hides behind
Monuments to progress
Lights that blind
Hail! to the Thane of Thule!
Born of ashes, born to rule!
"We exalt your glory"
And bring from afar riches and
Offerings fit for a king
(You are no king)
Hail! To a foolish boy
Whose Relicry is but a ploy
Who is falsely burdened
With the charge of an absent god
You so brutally wronged
Brother, relinquish your crown
(Your time has come)
I have earned the right
I have sacrificed
Years of my life
My dignity and my pride
To bring man erthly light
I come to bear witness
Iron pillars will turn to
Ashes as you fall
Not with splendor
But with a sigh
You think you have suffered?
I've endured things far worse than pain,
I'll make you taste Death
How easily he fell
A hollow empty shell:
Behold your lifeless King!