Lo and behold, the ruler of this land
He rules with a fist made of steel, power inside his hand

He watches from his castle built in honor and pride
So his saying goes: "Into glory i will ride!"

For years he has ruled this soil
For ages with anger it would boil

But Lo and behold! Strangers arrive, a leader yielding his sword!
The chief of a rivalling clan, the enemies lord

The ruling king seeing it orders the sons of his land to fight back the invasion
But if he would only see the aftermath, the concluding annihilation

The land falling into sleep and eternal oblivion, for ages forgotten
What is left is nothing but ashes and dust, feelings of something rotten

Lo and behold, the lord ruling the kingdom with immortal might
Casting the people into chains and chakles, no one daring to fight