All over the golden castle A whining echoed When a monstrous birth Brought the third heir of the lion A shame for his father Condemned by the family Exposed as a freak The imp had a heavy burden to keep Through suffering he learned His value lies not In the reach of his arms Nor in a bright smile But in his mental excellence The wind blows against him But he shall not stop fighting Following his path without regrets And always paying his debts Branded for eternity To live in deep sadness For the cost of his first breath Was his own mother’s life Rejected from the start Forced to face his limitations To owners of broken hearts Whores and wine come as consolation Bearing an uncertain future Blamed for crimes he did not commit In spite of his size He was strong as a lion’s roar The cursed dwarf The wind blows against him But he shall not stop fighting Following his path without regrets And always paying his debts