Hear my words Earl of Gwent
 I am the fatherless one 
Drain the lake and rouse the dragons
 Take my blood 
Yon stronghold will never stand

For the hour of doom [bad word] See the dragons rise into the air
 They`ll be figting sore and long
 For a wise man [bad word] to take the crown 
Even the house of romulus fell
 His final fate 
No seer can foretell

There`s a greater place
 Beyond the realms of lethe 
There`s a flaming trace in our heart 
When a memory [bad word] myth