Hold the sceptre to the sky,
hold it high to be cleansed
Climb the ancient stone,
you child of innocence
Take the sceptre
you who didn't crave it,
reach to the heaven
and let it be blessed
Cherish the throne
of blood with your purity
Crowned by us,
estates in unity
We chose the boy to be king,
there is no blood in his crown
Remember the past
and bear it inside
Witness the end
of the deceiving ride