My reflection screams from the blade I hold.
An image of a man I hardly know.
Who do they think I am or will be?
I cannot escape the doubts within me.

Troubled by treasons,
can I stand on my own?
Accept the challenge,
to deny my soul?

My blood betrays me.
I feel it's call,
to drink of the power
to rule them all.

Lingering light, a song too sweet.
I curse the hope that moves my feet.
Broken shards of humility;
Lasting legends haunting me.

Starving for the strength
to deny it all;
to run with elves,
with the Evenstar...

Deny thy path.
Forsake thy name
or rise above
and face the shame.

Save me from my darkest hour.
Curse the wretched ring of power.
Heir of pain, I am the scar
from wounds of past..
King Elessar.