And who are you,
The true king said,
That I must bow so low?
Only a cat who thinks he is a stag,
You think I do not know,
You go ahead and crown yourself,
Yet I am the one who is still alive,
As I knew I would,
I saw it in the flames,
But now a cub puts on your crown,
He takes your bride,
He rules your land,
But I shall come for him