Many men are sent on a quest
for the crown
searching all corners of the great land.
The minstrel tries to sing as before
but the jester he laughs no more
Many men are sent on a mission of hope
asking fortune-tellers and the wise men
where the royal crown is to be found,
promising rewards in silver and gold and pounds
When the king returns from the crusades
there is no big welcome on the shore.
As he hear the new of the missing crown
he shouts at the sky:
"have I ever let you down?"
The elderly call it a sign as famine
strikes the land
caught in the grip
of the Reapers cold hand
The mission must succeed
or the kingdom will fall
with it falls the future of us all,
No crystal-ball manage to find
guidance in their holy quest.
God is the last hope for a nation
of earth, stone and damnation.
Many years had passed since the king died
when one day a young boy looked down
into the moat.
Something was gleaming deep down,
what could it be ..........
if not the kings crown.