Standing upon the pride of the mountain,
I can look down on my kingdom.
Or is this mountain, tall and magnificent,
a fog? And i cannot see clearly through it.

I catch a glimpse of these Princes,
and other lesser nobles, acting in my stead.
And they feel threatened by another land.
In my name, we go to war.

If we win, the Truth is ours,
to brand and torture into false confessions.
We will dissolve it in the mist,
and time will cover its wounds.