sins against his father to gain the throne.
I fear his heart is set upon revenge,
a heart stained with the blackness of true hate.
Engulfed in anger he doth not see true.
He displays a madness which knows no bounds.
Mad with fear and mad with hate, his blood runs
cold as if he were the snake of Eden.
Satan himself has been evinced to me.
With fire and brimstone he controls the mob,
like Brutus controls the senate with his tongue.
I must maintain mine kingly honor for
he hath come to destroy all in Els'nore.
Into the valley of death I shall ride
to meet my fate with courage, I shall ride.
