Archein

Hearken dead walls the tale of lost decade
When the reign of realms was passed to the son the fate shall so dictate
One of us prevails
The one who indites the blessed annals, whose name wont fade away
The soil and men shall wield thy grace, the mark that wont decay
One of us shall prevail
The ruin and fall of kin
your futile deeds repelled
beheaded bricks for my pedestal
of dominion excelled
Dominate, decimate, burn where fields revive
Severe the line of rule divine, be praised as patricide
Lies we shall recite
For my name is the lord and the vengeange is mine
Lies they shall deny
Engrave the deeds, so deep it bleeds, my legacy enshrine
Hearken walls the tale of lost
as age of men dies away
Cruel deeds, so deep they bleed
but scars will heal, marks decay
Thrones will fall, no dead recall
only stones are here to stay
No cairns will tell, barrows yell
and so your name fades away