Long Live the King
As the fires of Camlann burn,
The blood of warriors is been spilled,
The tables on battle field will turn,
Stands a knight who never yields
A group of knight raise their swords,
Ready for the battle that could possibly never end.
Praying to their lords,
Ready to fight the battle against their old friend.
The last dragon lord rushes to the battle field,
Men are brought down to their knees.
Men staying strong with the swords that they wield,
As the great sorcerer makes the enemy seize.
A man brought down by friend turned foe,
With a pain that had to sting.
Falling to knees before delivering his last blow,
All you hear is a faint cry singing long live the king.