This story began in ancient times
When the prince was very very young
A little child was born in desert
His fate tragical became
At night his parents died of starvation
He understood the past would never return back
In search of food and shelter
In the desert he was a swelter
But after a long time searching
He found oasis perching in the fire the dark vizier made revenge
Young prince knew the vizier for a long time
No one could think what he would betray
He was the best adviser of the family
But from inside he prepared decay
Now when revenge was made
Anybody wasn't left and his parents went away to the sky
A little prince soon growing
And sword revenge is glowing
The soul of mind never dies
And the traitor'll do his last sigh in his life, which'll never disturb others
A little prince soon growing
And sword revenge is glowing
The soul of mind never dies
And the traitor'll do his last sigh