The last spoken will of a warrior King: "Bury me next to my soldiers Set my horse free and let people sing Of their son with the world on his shoulders Then look to the mountains
I left my grave wide open." Eyes fixed on the mountain "I was buried at dusk, at dawn I return."
Here it comes Death undone King after King
From this tomb we shall build you a throne In your name we shall sing Light your torch, let the flames lead you home Long live the King!
The heart of a King can be measured in dreams Reaching the sleep of his people A whisper of ghost saying we´ll be redeemed From our sins he will build us a castle One day we´ll be stronger, we will ride right beside you
Until we are stronger, we put stone upon stone Await your return
From this tomb we shall build you a throne In your name we shall sing Light your torch, let the flames lead you home Long live the King!
The longing for sun and a heartbreak undone Breaking the back of false idols Bring our King home, for among us are none Who is worthy to be his disciple Out there in the wasteland, there´s something coming for us A call from the wasteland: He was buried at dusk, at dawn he returns
Here it comes
Death undone King after King
From this tomb we shall build you a throne In your name we shall sing Light your torch, let the flames lead you home Long live the King!