I've slayed the king, Brought down all his armaments

Everything is mine, Divined by rite of the gods

So pray that it won't be long til Walpurgis Night

Wailing will not end the Turmoil of the stars

Guilding them, the mob, it swells, dissatisfied

With rapier blades and torchlight dim, they ride

Unfettered by the guard and pushing hard, the time is nigh

We shall not face their Reckoning of malice, hate, and wrath

Rush to the front and we will raise the warning sign

It won't be long till...

Excited, thee, whenceforce I challenge thee

Predate, dominant your dire circumstance

Taking the throne, In vain, I act Alone

Manically I'm in for the kill

I rule cold and alone, the forest still my throne

My warpaint never runs in lay of battle

I recoil in revenance at the sight i fell to behold

All at once I am changed, a god-king reborn

And at long last, we turn and forsake the past

The sky never looked so foreboding

Yet the tale must be told, on and on

The tale still bids to be told

Awash from the sands amidst the gripping waves

And Tides tremble in the face

Of iron rage and the old gods