Wrath of a King


He has lost his crown
(His kingdom is falling apart)
His friend sleeps underground
(Slain by the hands of his foe)
His wife was stolen away
(He has nothing to lose!)

He goes the distance!
Hungry for justice!
Fueled by the lust for revenge

Heaven can't tempt him
Hell won't scare him
He wants the blood of his foe

Traversing the lands and the seas!
Nothing will stop him!
His pride, burning intensely, won't let him be!
His blade, and his alone, will strike down his enemy!

Finally he reaches the tower
The place where he will unleash his rage!
The hour of his judgment comes closer!

May God have mercy on his foe

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