An End

The wise Kings of old
 Heard their Stories told
 When Gods and Men
 Fight togehter again
 There would come a Day
 Their Prophets would Say
 When Man is near Death
 He will bow and pray
 Listen to me to what I say
 This is not that Day
 Those of you who wish to pray
 An End I'll give with my own Blade
 A Family torn
 Born to rule
 Cheated of the Throne
 The younger Son
 And the chosen One
 Ripped a Kingdom apart
 Years of Dirt
 Decades of Pain
 Have seen me arrive
 At these Gates again
 The House of my Birth
 A strange Sight now
 I will watch it burn
 Tears may fill these Eyes
 Perhaps even after I die
 I am all that remains
 Of a once noble Name
 Listen to me to what I say
 This is not that Day
 Those of you who wish to pray
 An End I'll give with my own Blade