His first love sighted the blade at dusk, the cold steel, met her warm pulsing neck
In silence she died, no sound from her mouth, but her eyes screamed, as the blade came forth.
Running for his life through the forest, afraid to meet, Rhosymins destiny
Why had she told them about his presence, that night when they gathered, for rituals – in black?
Ah, why can’t they see that Nezgoulth, once will rise?
Ah, why can’t they let him find, sanctuary with the chosen one?
All of the kingdoms knights were set to hunt and by dawn Belhelth would have been captured
Before dusk his head, would have fallen…
But this was not the prophecy, Belhelth should live for ages more.
Ah, why can’t they see, that Nezgoulth, once will rise?
Ah, why can’t they let him find, sanctuary with the chosen one?
They are fools to believe that they can win, he is born, to kill the unfaithful ones
What is written in the stars is the prophecy… and the prophecy is him!