House Of Asterion

With his dying voice he uttered the prophecy
A redeemer who would one day come for me
I broke his neck with a snap and he was dead
And now my hands await to break a thread

I'll break the threat!

I dwell in the maze created by a sage
Who found a way to fly away and live free his ripe old age
And one day I will rule and sit upon the throne
My memory will be written on metal and in stone

I was born within the palace
I was nursed by a queen
Gaze upon my visage
And behold a sight unseen

My limbs will break his limbs, my hands will break his sword
The sails will return black to his father and his lord
The warrior I will crush, his torso I will gore
And lift his corpse and cast it out to fall upon the floor

House of Asterion

House of Asterion