Wished for an own son, a young prince to come forth
Successor of his work, a warrior and conqueror
Bred a descendant, a spawn ugly and immoral
From depths of lava son emerged, from fiery bosom infernal
The ground tremored, colossal rocks were parted
Waters boiled dry, lethal storm winds blasted
Destruction began, the brand new chief came about
Ear drums split, as horned one gave a shout
The horned one then set out towards his own kingdom
Slaughtered his new subjects, not bothered by a conscience
Killed them one by one, wrung their necks broken
Licked blood off the ground and with him the heads were taken