Sever the leverage
That he built with his spite
You're ready for power
You're ready for light
Sever the leverage
His stolen crown still instills
Cast off the curses
Burn away all the chill
And pain
Inherit the scepter
The throne
Upon high
Can be yours
In due time
The throne
Upon high
Can be yours
Can be kind
Exit the footpath
Leading up to the gate
Of the cultists' headquarters
No need for that type of faith
Protect your spirit
But don't let shielding impair
Wisdom of heart's desire
For fear of future despair
Be brave
Inherit the scepter
The throne
Upon high
Can be yours
In due time
The throne
Upon high
Can be yours
Can be kind
Reticence
It will not serve
Exude the power
That you deserve
Do not regret
Opportunity missed
The present holds
Your inheritance
The throne
Upon high
Can be yours
In due time
The throne
Upon high
Can be yours
Can be kind
You will find the light
At home