[Originally by Celtic Frost]    Lend me your steel-bearing hand  So I may reign the Jewel Throne  My soul feels the gods' demand  As the lost kings uphold my side    Blood and sand  Mark their way  The usurper's tears  Guide my sword...    Fantasia slept in my thoughts  As I was a son of infinity  The emperor, forgotten, rests in my dreams  As, back to the wall, I start the conquest    Innocence and wrath  Now lie far beyond  As we cross the deserts  To reach the fortress' gates    Tragical serenades  Are whispered in the wind  As eyes in fury  Grant us our strength    (They're) throning on the dignity of might  But the successor is to enter the hall  False truth saw them climbing the steps  But I remain the Jewel Throne's choice