To die you left me

You should have slain me

I stand before you

Now you shall face me



I am the bastard

Of your carousing

I am the true heir

And your undoing



Father your henchmen

And lackeys surround me

Cast not the first stone and you

Shall be saved 



Lies! You foul wretch!

For I have no heir

What I do by night

Is my affair!

From your words

It's clear that you're insane

Now! For your life

You must prove your claim



Round the fires the Thralls

Pursue their folly

Prophecies and foolish tales of old

Of an ax the elders tell a story



When the Ax is freed from hell

A single stroke shall break the spell

When the Ax is free again

A brutal reign shall meet its end