Nocturnal Rites

Look at me, I am a dying man.
My son, I can no longer watch over you.
All I know, I have passed onto you,
as you will for others.
It is my gift to you. Leave on your own,
leave this all behind.
You bear the powers of a second sight,
you hold the courage to believe.
No swords, no magic, no spell can touch what you own.
Now you stand alone, I leave my throne for you
Seek and find the truth, my mission here is done
Set your aims up high, you bear the second sight
I now pass onto you the knowledge of the wise
You were the firstborn and chosen to be king
Lead your troops, and I'll be there