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Here starts the legend of the sleeping king

He was born to dominate the seven lands

He held the sword forged by the elder Lords

Fought was the Great War during his kingdom

....as the prophecy said....

Dark robed mage's spells over the land

Black knights are riding calling their sword dance

Red dragons roar high in the sky

But in the eyes of a man shines a light

A man cries full of hate and pain

Watching his life burning in the rain

Held high his honour and his father's sword

He swears an oath and the Gods hear those words

Alone, wandering, he became a knight of the crown

Fearless, courageous, just his spirit by his side

Dragons blood, warriors tears inside, in a lake of pain

Through the fire from the ashes he is rised again

Blasted lands he passes by

For the dead king many thousands cry

The bravest knight was chosen by the Gods

He takes the crown and swears to stop the horde

The time has come, it could be the end of it all

Legions of black knight against the Armies of the Crown

Sounds of steel rise from the battlefields

Blood must be washed with other blood

Now hail the new King

Valour and Glory in a sea of blood

Remember his oath

This song of faith bathed into tears

The War is won

While the King is lying asleep

And, maybe, one day

he will awake and he will reign once again