Oh son of the royal blood  Your way of life was bright  And full of superiority  Taking possession of the crown and the throne  You were caned patricide  Winged by snakes  Which raised from your shoulders  They were the sign of treason  They were the gift of kiss  Fed by human brains  Day after day  Night after night  Serpents sojourners  Transformed your substantiality  Into demon form  For thousand years the ruler of the earth  Menaced for second by saviours  Saoshyants  Throwdown burden of the prophecy  ...by the holocaust of children  ...by the massacre of the innocents  Knocking off all holiness  Into the pits of despair  You defeated Feridun  Doomsday will never come!