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 [bad word] 
 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 [bad word] alone

 See this our providence,
 Your breed and your blood
 The everlasting stand
 Through (the) devouring flood

 It's time for one
 To [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 
 For the one
 To bear the mark of power