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Foul is the sin as feat left undone

Words belied by deeds no grace will atone

Are you not your father's son

Hence talons are fashioned in your crown

Woe sworn on visage adored

Woe sworn upon sheathed sword

Woe sworn and no longer ignored

Throns circling your platine reward

So the blame was yours and yours alone

Lies for child mundane is yet treason

Are you not your mother's son

Hence talons are fashioned in your crown

Woe sworn on visage adored

Woe sworn upon sheathed sword

Woe sworn and no longer ignored

Throns circling your platine reward

Woe sworn on visage adored

Woe sworn upon sheathed sword

Woe sworn and no longer ignored

Crown sharpend in cold ashen forge