Keep Of Kalessin

Adorn the face of your son
Through the third eye I saw
The battle left to be won
This pure face ornamented
With long and pale red scars
Everlasting under the golden stars
The time has come
For you, my son
To bear the mark of power
Gods, hear me know
I will revive the serpents throne
Gods, hear my cries
The throne is mine to rule alone
See this our providence,
Your breed and your blood
The everlasting stand
Through (the) devouring flood
It's time for one
To become