Valusia's Crown, cut from Borna's head
Atlantean son, barbarian bred
Once savage free, then Lemurian slave
Red Slayer's rise, to fill the old king's grave

Serpent blood spilt, on the Topaz Throne
An ageless foe, from a time unknown
Heavy soul, plays the role of King
Hard his will, grim the song he sings

Slave to tradition, oh long ages old
The galley's hard chains had not so strong a hold

Deep in the mirror, lies a sweet relief
Feline whispers and murder in my sleep
Thurian age, it's doom not long borne
A savior to kings from when time was torn

Once the masses hailed, the barbarian king
Now for tyrant new dead, the balladier does sing
The door breaks in, battle ensues
Murderers laid low, by this axe I rule