Adorn the face of your son
Through the third eye I saw
The battle left to be won


This pure face ornamented
With long and pale red scars

Everlasting under the golden stars

The time has come

For you, my son
To bear the mark of power


Gods, hear me know
I will revive the serpents throne
Gods, hear my cries

The throne is mine to rule alone

See this our providence,

Your breed and your blood
The everlasting stand
Through (the) devouring flood


It's time for one
To become

Heir to the throne of fire

I care not if you hate me

As long as you will fear me
I rise monuments as
The victor's fortune

And as display of your fallen
And failed creation
For what I have undone

I stand here as the peerless son

"You helped to put the sword in my hand

We have climbed this mountain together
And I stand on your shields at the top
Your spears - my fortification

Your enemies are mine
But I speak the words of the gods
And I can summon the thunder"


The time has come
For the one

To bear the mark of power