Foul tarnished
Thou, marked by the flame of ambition
Tremble now with fear
Someone must extinguish thy flame

Thy will is thine own
Tremble now with fear
For the hands of the Fell Omen will soon be upon thee
To put out thy little flame

Foul
Foul

Have it writ upon thy meagre grave
Felled by King Morgott, last of all kings

Thy will is thine own
Tremble now with fear
For the hands of the Fell Omen will soon be upon thee
To put out thy little flame