A whole world is mourning
The loss of their king...
In sorrow a new day dawning
Now the princess is their everything
A procession to the chambers
Where they kiss their fathers ring...
But can you hear the angel
Of sadness sing?
With broken wings...

And with death came disorder...
Who were they now to obey?
No leader, no followers...
No trust, no faith...
The princess is too young to tame a land
A new king must be chosen...
In search for such a man of trust
There will be contradictions...

Coming forth on desert ground
The incarnation of a king in sleep profound

Another self-proclaimed king
Set to rule in the new empire!
On a mission to save the forsaken ones
And to re-light the dying fire!

The crowd was confused and divided in two
A battle was about to begin!
Another man with a will as strong
Declared a war to win!
His army of believers was
Faithful, mighty and brave!
Set to capture the liar
To forever enslave!

His troops were marching!
On to the battlefield!
To set this world on fire!
His forces are never giving yield!