| Adorn the face of your son
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| Through the third eye I saw
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| The battle left to be won
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| This pure face ornamented
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| With long and pale red scars
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| Everlasting under the golden stars
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| The time has come
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| For you, my son
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| To bear the mark of power
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| Gods, hear me know
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| I will revive the serpents throne
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| Gods, hear my cries
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| The throne is mine to rule alone
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| See this our providence,
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| Your breed and your blood
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| The everlasting stand
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| Through (the) devouring flood
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| It’s time for one
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| To become
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| Heir to the throne of fire
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| I care not if you hate me
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| As long as you will fear me
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| I rise monuments as
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| The victor’s fortune
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| And as display of your fallen
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| And failed creation
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| For what I have undone
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| I stand here as the peerless son
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| «You helped to put the sword in my hand
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| We have climbed this mountain together
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| And I stand on your shields at the top
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| Your spears — my fortification
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| Your enemies are mine
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| But I speak the words of the gods
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| And I can summon the thunder»
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| The time has come
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| For the one
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| To bear the mark of power |