The Crimson Dynasty Begins with a Beekeeper

Ah, great Yharim! You are a tyrant, you are a brave man, When the chains are smashed, when the chains are smashed, Some people cried bitterly, while others sang loudly. When the long night ends, when the long night ends, Some people are afraid of the light, while others embrace the morning light. Look at the child emerging from the hive, Put magic and sword into mortal hands. Miners are no longer hungry, farmers own the land, Elves and orcs, standing side by side. He comes from dust, but is higher than the stars, He holds great power, but he only bends his back for the common people. Carve the oath on the monument, The picture of coexistence of all races is burning in the ruins.