A kingdom plagued, with sovereign fled
For him the thousands fought and bled.
A son alone, thrust on the throne,
His heart all broken, turned to stone.
With iron fist, this son did rule,
Angry, raging, tired and cruel.
Will young King wake and change his fate,
Or seal it, stepping in checkmate.
For him the thousands fought and bled.
A son alone, thrust on the throne,
His heart all broken, turned to stone.
With iron fist, this son did rule,
Angry, raging, tired and cruel.
Will young King wake and change his fate,
Or seal it, stepping in checkmate.
