Once the King he fought the enemies out on the fields
Every strike brought death - his hand in rage with holy steel

The King he comes and with him he
brings wisdom, strength and majesty
The crowds they hail their glory King
and hymns of might the bards they sing...

Now the King stands on a hill as he begins to tell
"Now and ever this is true: The false will have to fall...!"

The King he comes and with him he
brings wisdom, strength and majesty
The crowds they hail their glory King
and hymns of might the bards they sing...