Now this is a story all about how
His life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how he became a Deamon Prince with the Armour of Morkair'.
In western Nordland born and raised
On the playground was where he spent most of his days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of Norscans were up to no good
Started raping women in his neighbourhood
His mother got in one little fight and ended up scared
The prophecy said, "You're having a rape kid by the name of Kastner"
He begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed his suitcase and sent him on his way
She gave him a kiss and then she gave him a ticket.
He followed the Sigmarite Priest and said, "I might as well kick it."
He looked for a sign but it wasn't clear
The Chaos Gods looked fresh and it had gifts like the Eye of Shearer'
If anything he could see that these gifts were rare
But he thought, "Nah, forget it."
– "I'm Archeon not Kastner!"
He pulled up the End Times about 7 or 8
And yelled to the Gods, "Yo home smell ya later."
He looked at the Old World
He was finally there
To sit on his throne as Deamon Prince Kastner.