Lost at birth, during a Viking siege on the castle home Without a trace, swept into the nordic night The babe who would wear the crown The search for years, naught to be found eremore A d**hbad tale, and a cost of arms on a childhood wrap Returned to home, returned to claim the crown To answer coronations call A king to be loved by one and all But all were not jubilant at this now king's coronation The prime minister and council had long been lining their pockets With the gold of the crown's treasury, a practice they were a**uredly Not quick to want co curb. Hushed whispers in the castle corridors Secret meetings late at night, and finally their plotting was finished Tarry not...T'is time to leave the books in dust Oil unused armours rust Paint the sable skies blood red Our plans as traitors be conspiracy! So even as the boy king knelt in prayer in the confines Of the chapel tower, he could little know or even suspect The treachery being plotted against him in the chambers far below Awakened from his slumber and whisked away through ancient castle Pa**ages just moments before his chambers were breached by the conspirators The boy-king took to horse..and, as sentinel stars set their heavenly watch Speed over the countryside, his destination, the church at Madelmes Father I have lost my way Strayed from thy flock Now twilight nears My journey ends Is there sanctuary for me here? Mortality, behold and fear As king and dust are equals made There be no armour against crooked scythe and spade The glories of our blood and state Live on through time, though memories die Best let it road Though God he was, as a man he died