The Fanfares Ring.
The people sing,
Our king is here,
There will be no more fear
so let us cheer
for another sixteen years.
The Child opens his virgin eyes,
Hist mother can't even say goodbye,
As her child is taken,
To be raised as king.
Not for years the child is seen,
Yet no-one questions where he's been,
The hollow cries of silenced fears,
The child cries for all the years,
He has lost.
Fire purges the land,
Yet still he stands
Revered by his people.
The Birth of a king,
The wise words of a fool.
The rise of a Boy,
The wise words of a fool.
My dear king heed my words,
by years you are not young
But you know naught of love,
Stupid as this may be,
your life is not as precious as it can be,
The enemies are only warning,
The true battle will follow.
The birth of a king,
The loss of a Queen's dear life. Will only bring destruction,
And never ever will it bring ture love.
