A snowy wind was blowing And the mountains clawed the sky The air was cold and sharp as any spear Far beyond our knowing And with distant, bloody cries I could not foresee what would happen hear... This is the fall of kings! We were surrounded, overrun As the arrows rained from the trees We met their charge with a thirst for blood But my hero fell to his knees... My father... My king... His eyes met mine Spoke these words All kings must fall The duty rests with you For the good of all Without a voice to guide Or direct the battle's flow Our men broke rank and fell to disarray Still my greatest pride Was my mightiest blow Dealt when my heart was set ablaze! My father, the King, lie dead on the ground An arrow shot through his back In a pool of blood sat the crown Still we were pressed to attack Rest father... my king... I pulled the crown up from the earth I placed it upon my brow I speak the king's voice, I speak the king's word! The time to kill is now! Attack! Attack!