When our story started, our hero was a boy, so young and lost Now hes marching like a man, a king, where he was born His fathers kingdom once so glorious Must slay the beast that ruling over us The long forgotten son, has returned Like a savior he rides into a world Full of darkness and pain, he brings light Fearless marching towards his final fight His uncle waiting in the throne room for his time to be, to be judged Suddenly the door is opening up, and there he stands, at alst The room is quiet and the atmosphere is tense The king is looking at him and he says I see you have returned, the one I hunt I gave your father his life, but yours I want You dont have the strength to stop me now I will finish you fast, kill you at lat Hate, I feel hate, when I see you all I feel is hate Pain, I feel pain, all the things youve done drives me insane The throne, the throne is mine, take the crown off kneel cause you are done Die, now you will die, you final time has come now die Fight, he must fight The most important battle of his life Rage, filled with rage Now he will fulfill his faith The swords did clash in the royal halls, but suddenly our hero falls He rise and strikes with a mighty roar, he knocks his uncle to the floor Speech With great power he sticks his word into the kings heart The last beats echoes in the hall He falls to his knees and realize...its finally done So this is the end, of our tale Astraals people are free once again A crowd stands on the street, cheers for him When he rides with the head of their old king The greatest victory, in history Our hero finally beholds the crown and ring Jan Ekberg bass, vocals backing Robin Hermansson drums Filip Peterson vocals lead Jonas Nilsson guitars, vocals backing Jakob Morhed guitars
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