You were born in exile

O sweet child of mine;

Cruel Fates cast the die

Yet thy star in the sky

Promised what they defy...

When you are old enough,

A man strong in the arms,

You will take up the sword

That thy father once bore –

On thy brow place his crown...

When the day doth dawn red

You shall have thy revenge

On the curs that usurped

Thine ancestral lands

And the light of thy halls...

You were born 'neath the sign

O sweet child of mine;

Rest assured, take thy sleep –

And when thou shall awake

You will find me there...

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