The Crown Bearer

On (the) windward side of twilight

Following the fire path to eternity

As stars rise in endless daybreak...

I do claim all before me

Shed tears and blood moistened lips

Forged in the furnace of conviction

Hate-bites of the body; fire swallowed them...

My greatest death-fire now winds to the sky

The war-harvest yields its eternal gains

Through fields of blackened ruins

I command the once almighty

To fashion my crown-from their teeth

Neither sickness nor sword can diminish my strength

My cup is vengeful fire, my counselor is war

My authority is final, this crown of teeth!

...Following the path to eternity...