With his banner and dressed only with a veil that covers his face, the king sits gallantly and proud on the rock he calls a throne where even angels cut their wings to surrender at his feet because of his fearsome presence that only leads to the madness of worshiping him. Beyond any personal feeling that could prevent it, many say that with his scythe, his skeletal face and his terrible presence, he is responsible for starting the myth that death has that same appearance and that whose weapon of choice to take lives is the scythe.
con su estandarte y vestido solo con un velo que cubre su cara, el rey se sienta gallardo y orgulloso en la roca que llama trono donde incluso angeles cortan sus alas para rendirse a sus pies por su temible presencia que solo llevan a la locura de adorarle mas alla de cualquier sentimiento propio que pueda impedirlo, muchos dicen que con su guadaña, su cara esqueletica y su terrible presencia es el responsable de empezar el mito de que la muerte tiene esa misma apariencia y que cuya arma de preferencia para arrebatar vidas es la guadaña.