"Death is owe due.

And I am here to collect it."

In the west of Galifrey, 
Far beyond the Kesel Run,
Stands alone a wardrobe,
As old as thousand sun.

In dusted lands of Nidavellir,
Dwells the ancient Dedric song,
So old, so distorted, forgotten,
Tells the story of land I belong.

Magic so powerful and dreaded,
The Peverels aim not to see,
We, The Sheydragons holds it all,
As the worlds were meant to be.

I carry my decend, I carry the pain,
For me the last of my kin, for I shall never be slain.

Here this once, 
never yet at all,
For I, Ichorus The Prince, 
shall be your fall.

Beware my words, 
Beware you'll be bound,
For what I shall bring upon you,
You shall never be found.