Crimson, Pt. 3

The whole world is mourning
For the loss of their king
In sorrow a new day dawning
Now the princess is their everything
A procession to the chambers
Where they kiss theirs father's ring
Can you hear the angel of sadness sing
With broken wings?

And with death came disorder
Who were they now to obey?
No leader, no followers, no trust, no faith
The princess is too young to tame a land
A new king must be chosen
In search of such a men of trust, there will be contradictions

Coming forth of desert ground
The incarnation of a king in sleep profound

Another self-proclaimed king
Set to rule in the new empire
On a mission to save the forsaken ones
And to re-light the dying fire
The crowd was confused and divided in two
A battle was about to begin
Another men with a will as strong declared a war to win
His army of believers was faithful, mighty and brave
Set to capture the liar, to forever enslave

His troops were marching
Onto the battlefield
To set this world on fire
His forces are never giving yield