[Narrator]

Tears upon the coldness of my cheek
Bathe this weary head in timeless sleep
And the life, like the day slips away,
Broken, laid to rest upon this field,
Where the river flows the blood has stilled
In the light that remains colours fade to grey

They slay the man but not his heartbeat,
For something more lies within
They claim the day but a thousand 
echoes rain as the mountains rage,
They've slain the man but not his heartbeat,
His spirit soars on the wind
They claim the day, but the fire inside remains
For the lost, once and future king

Echoes of a man that used to be
Touching every soul who still believes
That the fight and the fray was ordained
Carving out the shapes of destiny
Someday in the greatest time of need
He'll return from the place where he sleeps in wait

They slay the man but not his heartbeat,
For something more lies within
They claim the day but a thousand
echoes rain as the mountains rage,
They've slain the man but not his heartbeat,
His spirit soars on the wind
They claim the day, but the fire inside remains,
While it burns his return begins
The beloved, once and future king