Curse of the Soothsayer Part II: The Cycle Begins Again

Awaketh below the deepest layers
Cast in a coffin of fire
Cavern of brimstone, there's the dark one
Sitting on the throne of desire
Evil arises, surrounding me
My being twists within
Singed arrows piercing me
Demonic barbs of poison

Mighty king, impure and morally broken
You shall be my new apprentice
Blinded, bound by countless riches
Prove yourself, then you shall be free

As he looks in front of him, a stuck up man full of sin
Perfect in every way, for he is me and the cycle begins again

Take on this wretched life
Ragged cape torn from me
Seething pain and spite
Crown of trash for all to see
Memories of his past crumble
A beggar's life he has to lead
Nothing but a curse to give
Just sceptre rusts in hands

Here's you task, weak and weary soul
Go now, through your old kingdom
Bring to me, your strongest knight
Cursed and thrown, into my domain of fiery blight

This curse he must pass on
To his bloodline he shall turn
Damning his brother's soul
To the sound of the soothsayer's call!