So released to the ocean's wrath
Free to roam amongst those who fear
An empty throne lies cold and dark
Now that the deceiver sails away
Faces turned towards new hope
Their very innocence cursed to die
The deceiver's powers grow, his nature known
Now where lies the golden throne?
Seas of wrath, seas of fury
Anarchy dwells in the hearts of sworn men
Followers of the Deceiver
Called forth from death, their debts are paid
Once more the Deceiver rides upon the waves
*in Elven, an inscription states these words were spoken by the priestess of Mist who presided over the execution of the King--a prophetic warning*
