The Mark of Power
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 
Ro bear the mark of power