The warlord king is fallen, his wounded son lies bleeding
Warrior Prince: 'I Must Avenge My Father's Death'
Bleeding from the wound so deep,
The new king rises to his feet
Sword in hand, he sets out on the quest
He screamed a solemn vow,
His words were born upon the wind,
He couldn't rest 'til all his foes were dead,
And their corpses lay strewn upon the ground.
The Sword - it glinted in the light,
Strong and true, forged of the Sacred Steel
Made long ago in the bowels of earth,
A blade of kings, for men with an iron will
Warrior Prince: 'I will soon have my revenge'
He rode into the sunset,
Grief stoking the fire in his heart
Screaming a thousand curses
For those who'd slain his father,
Soon to feel the cold steel of his blade
Riding through the night
Until he reached the heathens' fortress,
He burst into the castle square
Ruthlessly he hacked to pieces all those who'd fled his wrath,
Mercilessly slaying all in sight
Drenched in gore,
His blood thirst quenched forever
He fled the battleground, returning to the dead king's side
Sword aloft, he screamed his father's name
The Sword - it glinted in the light,
Strong and true, forged of the Sacred Steel
Made long ago in the bowels of earth,
A blade of kings, for men with an iron will