Tell us more, Old one-eye,
Spiller of darkness
Bringer of hope,
Builder of men.

What could I tell you,
Young and agile,
Dark dreams and light smiles

About the pits
So deep
We lost their names

Or the towers
That rose so high
We forgot about them

Or the fire
Intensely hot;
We forgot how to feel the cold,

How to embrace the night
And the morning.

There are tales of stars of battles
And heroes of blood.

There are no tales of makers of stone,
Iron and wood.
You are all those things, youths.
You are the knot in the rope,
The hand that tied it,

And the mind that knew how.

I'm calm
Collected
Completely in charge
Of how charged up
Or powered down
My mind is.

Don't worry,
I've got it under control.

Don't trust me, I am a liar.
I'm the best there ever was!
Don't trust me with your darkest secrets,
Don't trust me with your *****!
I'll ravage and pillage and ruin each one.
I'll **** them and hate them, all in good fun.
Don't trust me, I am a liar.

Don't trust me, I am a  liar.
I could be lying to you right now.
Don't trust me with a word or whisper,
I'm sure to spread them all around.
I'll sell half to the south for bread and wine
A quarter to the east,
Last I'll send to the northmen,
Then, I shall be king.

But don't trust me,  please
For I liar I am known.
I spin stories so gracefully sung.

No one dare question my words be true,
But trust me when I say one thing,
*No one will ever sell the truth to you.