The whole world is mourning For 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 theirs father's ring 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 of such a men of trust, there will be contradictions Coming forth of 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 men 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 Onto the battlefield To set this world on fire His forces are never giving yield