Death must become of them all,

For they choose madness in the face of innocence

One a queen, one a sacrifice

The oracle chooses from the unlucky womb

If I must grow a kingdom to the skies of heaven

Then oracle must bow before the one scorned.

Green trees shelter my darkest desires,

For I must wait for the reigns rescue.

Only then will the skies open,

For that day we shall merge.

Then,

Conquer.