Oh son of the royal blood

Your way of life was bright

And full of superiority

Taking possession of the crown and the throne

You were caned patricide

Winged by snakes

Which raised from your shoulders

They were the sign of treason

They were the gift of kiss

Fed by human brains

Day after day

Night after night

Serpents sojourners

Transformed your substantiality

Into demon form

For thousand years the ruler of the earth

Menaced for second by saviours

Saoshyants

Throwdown burden of the prophecy

...by the holocaust of children

...by the massacre of the innocents

Knocking off all holiness

Into the pits of despair

You defeated Feridun

Doomsday will never come!