The sword of the king lies broken on the field Still the battle rages on for neither prince will yield The years of tradition are as shattered as the blade What easily was broken will never be remade
In the war for the crown No victor will be found The weaker one becomes More the other is undone
The wounded and the dying charge on without fear It appears for the other that the end is just as near While back at their castles the thieves profit from the war They steal from those away both the noble and the poor
More time spent talking then fighting with each other Then both might discover they've been moved by another When the princes return home they'll find neither will be king For the thieves were plotting while they were battlingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
