The whole world is mourning the loss of their king. 
In sorrow a new day dawning. 
Now the princess is their everything. 
procession to the chambers where they kiss their fathers ring. 
Can you hear the angel of sadness sing... with broken wings.

(Harmony: Andreas) 

And with death came disorder, who were they now to obey? 
No leader, no followers. 
No [bad word]  no faith. 
The princess is too young to tame a land, a new king must be chosen. 
In search for such a man of [bad word] there will be contradictions.  [bad word] forth on desert ground, 
The incarnation of a king in sleep profound. 

Another self-proclaimed king, set [bad word] 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 man 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 on to the battlefield to set this world on fire. 
His forces are never giving yield. 

War! They fought for what would be a blood-stained crown. 
Utter chaos supreme. 
The sand absords the colour of dawn. 
Nevermore shall they dream, nevermore.