Masters Of Fate

Veiled in despair kneels the ill-fated son

Drowning in unnumbered tears

Wretched, the steadfast one watches on high

Pawn in the dark enemy's game

There on the brink the great worm lies slain

Foulest deceit he has sown

Free from his spell, mournful she leapt

Taken by the waters below

Out of a dream, the far-farer heard this tale of agony

Tragedy born in tangled threads of cruel destiny

Those roaring waters he will not defile

Beseeches the black, fickle blade

Answered, the bloodstained on death's iron falls

Ruthless, the curse meets it end

Out of a dream, the far-farer heard this tale of agony

Tragedy born in tangled threads of cruel destiny

Master of fate

Mastered by doom

"Hail, Iron of Death! Wilt thou take the Master of Fate?"

"Yea, I will drink thy blood. I will slay thee swiftly."

Out of a dream, the far-farer heard this tale of agony

Tragedy born in tangled threads of cruel destiny