Erase the prophecies untoldOf a suffering predestinedNo virtue of lawIn this chaotic frenzyOnce on the throneNow the end of my reignDesolate thoughts on my future remainThus weak and bereavedI bow my head in shameBlessings upon the ways of the martyrNo saviour is he[Who is] to perish aloneOnce on the throneOf my glorious pastIt will come again[For now it is time]In numbers unseenI shall seek my revengeLike storms from the northTo sweep through your realmThe signs of your godsHave forsaken theeShrouded in seasonal darknessShattered a history of faithForlorn a history of faithForlorn echoing the powerSerenades of trivial space
