Now the seal is broken

which captured all misery

while dark hands of fate

fulfilled the augury

The script of this tragedy

Now lies in my hands

I read the lines, realize the signs

how the story ends

The High King is dead

struck by his vision

greater than men

It`ll spread out through time... an eternal rhyme

- sic transit gloria mundi -

A challenge between darkness and light

Medraut and his clansmen of terror

A discordant soul burnt the seed

with voices of blight

Take my hand I`ll be your guide

On the battlefield of wrath

Read my mind I