Falconer. Child Of Innocence. Zeneszám

Hold the sceptre to the sky
Hold it high to be cleansed
Climb the ancient stone
You child of innocence

Take the sceptre
You who didn't crave it
Reach it to the heaven
And let it be blessed

Cherish the throne
Of blood with your purity
Crowned by us
Estates in unity

We choose the boy to be king
There is no blood in his crown
Remember the past and bear it inside
Witness the end of the deceiving ride