The Mark of Power - 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

Heir to the throne of fire

I care not if you hate me

As long as you will fear me

I rise monuments as

The victor’s fortune

And as display of your fallen

And failed creation

For what I have undone

I stand here as the peerless son

«You helped to put the sword in my hand

We have climbed this mountain together

And I stand on your shields at the top

Your spears — my fortification

Your enemies are mine

But I speak the words of the gods

And I can summon the thunder»

The time has come

For the one

To bear the mark of power