Here starts the legend of the sleeping king
He was born to dominate the seven lands
He held the sword forged by the elder Lords
Fought was the Great War during his kingdom
....as the prophecy said....

Dark robed mage's spells over the land
Black knights are riding calling their sword dance
Red dragons roar high in the sky
But in the eyes of a man shines a light

A man cries full of hate and pain
Watching his life burning in the rain
Held high his honour and his father's sword
He swears an oath and the Gods hear those words

Alone, wandering, he became a knight of the crown
Fearless, courageous, just his spirit by his side
Dragons blood, warriors tears inside, in a lake of pain
Through the fire from the ashes he is rised again

Blasted lands he passes by
For the dead king many thousands cry
The bravest knight was chosen by the Gods
He takes the crown and swears to stop the horde

The time has come, it could be the end of it all
Legions of black knight against the Armies of the Crown
Sounds of steel rise from the battlefields
Blood must be washed with other blood

Now hail the new King
Valour and Glory in a sea of blood
Remember his oath
This song of faith bathed into tears
The War is won
While the King is lying asleep
And, maybe, one day
he will awake and he will reign once again

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