To die you left me
You should have slain me
I stand before you
Now you shall face me
I am the bastard
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
[Servants / Villagers:]
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"