I Aint Tryna-Slo Poke

The Mark Of Power - Keep of Kalessin The Mark of Power 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 has come 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 to rule alone See this our providence, Your breed and your blood The everlasting stand Through (the) devouring flood It's time for one To become 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 has come For the one Ro bear the mark of power