Where will you go,

Oh my king,

That I will not follow?

/Feel the time creeping...

The madness is seeping.../

What tempest may rise,

To trial my faith,

And might hold me back,

/Beware the golden greed...

Overwhelming every need.../

But where you go,

Oh my king,

I will follow.

/Petty king...

Of whom no voice sings.../

To the mountain's heights,

Where skies are wide,

I will come if you will lead.

/It awaits in the end...

Where death will take your hand.../

Or to the edge of the sea,

And beyond,

If that's where you call.

/Insanity is waiting...

Now will you listen?.../

Through peril and haven,

In life and death,

May I always follow you,

Oh you, my king.