Now, the brothers turn
Once loyal and bound
In time, their honor folds
Soft tongues have grown proud
For peace the mother yearns
She weeps for all men
Yet slow the beggar burns
So kings may rise again
Now the debt is done
Purged of all sin
The end of omens come
Betrayal of your kin
Don't fear what you have sown
From the fire, you were born
Don't mourn the setting sun
For it will rise again
