To die you left me You should have slain me I stand before you Now you shall face me I am the ba*tard Of your carousing I am the true heir And your undoing Father your henchmen And lackeys surround me Cast not the first stone and you Shall be saved Lies! You foul wretch! For I have no heir What I do by night Is my affair! From your words It's clear that you're insane Now! For your life You must prove your claim Round the fires the Thralls Pursue their folly Prophecies and foolish tales of old Of an ax the elders tell a story When the Ax is freed from hell A single stroke shall break the spell When the Ax is free again A brutal reign shall meet its end