Erase the prophecies untold
of a suffering predestined
no virtue of law
in this chaotic frenzy

"once on the throne, now the end of my reign
desolate thoughts on my future remain
thus weak and bereaved, I bow my head in shame"

blessings upon the ways of the martyr
no saviour is he, [who is] to perish alone

"once on the throne of my glorious past, it will come again
[for now it is time:]
in numbers unseen I shall seek my revenge
like storms form the north to sweep through your realm
the signs of your gods have forsaken thee?"

shrouded in seasonal darkness
shattered a history of faith
forlorn echoing the power
serenades of trivial space