Born To Be King

Born out of royal blood
On a dark September night
He was the third of five
With fate on his side
Fought his way through victories
And earned his rise to fame
And the tales of history
Remember the fallen

Over the mountains
He led his crusade
An army marching on the way

Stand in line with the lionheart
He will hold your back
When the darkness falls
Battle cries over desert plains
When the blood runs red
And the vulture's prey
For the price we pay
Our promised land
Our lives until the end
Stand your ground with the lionheart
He was sent, he was born to be king

I sense my enemies
In the misty morning light
Dark figures moving slow
With stars in their eyes
Bled my way through agony
And pain is all I feel
And the tales of history
The legends of fallen

Over the mountains
He led his crusade
An army marching on the way

Stand in line with the lionheart
He will hold your back
When the darkness falls
Battle cries over desert plains
When the blood runs red
And the vulture's prey
For the price we pay
Our promised land
Our lives until the end
Stand your ground with the lionheart
He was sent, he was born to be king

In the darkness evil blinds us
We pray for hope and glory
In shadows omen binds us, calling
My kingdom born in heaven
We find your lives unholy
I call upon the seven angels

Stand in line with the lionheart
He will hold your back
When the darkness falls
Battle cries over desert plains
When the blood runs red
And the vulture's prey
For the price we pay
Our promised land
Our lives until the end
Stand your ground with the lionheart
He was sent, he was born to be king