Han var f?dt f?r egen tid,
Men han vandret alikevel igjenom egne land
F?r han der l?ftet sin gamle jernneve i vrede for
F?rste gang. Det var i en annen verden enn den han
H?rte til,
Hans ?nd ble gitt en levende kropp,
Men den gamle ?nden husket allikevel sin tid
Som hersker i den rette verden.
Tiden som allerede har v?rt
Men som vil bli,
Og alltid skal v?re, tiden av tider.
?nden husket dette,
Og skapte tiden igjen.
Han skapte de h?ye t?kefylte fjell,
Hvor isen er den rette herre.
De dype skoger
Med de enda dypere tjern.
Endel?se livl?se ?demarker.
Han skapte h?yt?rnet,
Hvis skygge ingen unnslipper.
Det m?rke slott
H?yest i de h?ye fjell.
Stjerneporten,
Som bare underlegges av den stores vilje.
Han skapte en verden av terror og frykt,
Styrt av den onde kraft
I alle retninger og tider.
Han skapte den store boken,
Hvis pergamenter ligger gjemt i de dype grotter.
Han f?rer krig mot de hjelpel?se, syke og svake.
Med varger, drauger, ?nder og troll,
Og alt annet grimt som sin horde i krig.
Ingen slipper unna monarkens evige vrede og
Forbannelse.
Han sitter kun p? sin trone og skuer ut p? sitt land.
Men han sitter n? ogs? her,
Og vet han er f?dt til ? herske.
[English translation:]
[Born To Rule Pt. II]
He was born before his own time.
Yet he wandered through his own lands,
Before he raised his iron fist in wrath there for the first time.
It was in a different world than that to which he belonged,
His spirit was given a living body.
But the old spirit still remembered its time as ruler of the right world.
The time that has already been but which will be,
And always shall remain, the time of times.
The spirit remembered this,
And created the time once more.
He created the towering misty mountains,
Where ice is the only ruler.
The deep forests with the deeper lakes.
ENDLESS LIFELESS WASTELANDS.
He created the high tower,
Whose shadow nobody escapes.
The dark castle highest on the high mountains.
The Stargate, which submits only to the will of the great one.
He created a world of terror and fear.
Governed by the evil force in all directions and time.
He created the great book.
Whose parchments lie hidden in the deep caves.
He wages war on the helpless, the sick and the weak.
With wolves, wraiths, spirits and trolls and all things grim as his horde in war.
None escapes the eternal wrath and curse of the monarch.
He only sits on his throne, gazing out over his land.
He sits there still, and knows that he is BORN TO RULE.