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 Cane returns from the [bad word] 
There is no big [bad word] 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. 

Many men are sent on a quest for the crown…

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 mange to find
Guidance in their holy quest.
God is the last hope for our nation
Of earth, stone and damnation. 

Many men are sent on a quest for the crown…

Many men are sent on a mission of hope…

Many men are sent on a quest for the crown…

Many years had past 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 king’s crown?