Many Men Are Sent On A Quest

For The Crown

Searching All Corners Of The Great Land.

The Minstrel Tries To Sing As Before

But The Jester He Laughs No More

Many Men Are Sent On A Mission Of Hope

Asking Fortune-tellers And The Wise Men

Where The Royal Crown Is To Be Found,

Promissing Rewards In Silver, Gold And Pounds



When The Kind Returns From The Crusades

There Is No Big Welcome On The Shore.

As He Hear The New Of The Missing Crown

He Shouts At The Sky:

"have I Ever Let You Down?"

The Elderly Call It A Sign As Famine

Strikes The Land

Caught In The Grip

Of The Reapers Cold Hand



The Mission Must Succeed

Or The Kingdom Will Fall

With It Falls The Future If Us All,



No Crystal-ball Mange To Find

Guidance In Their Holy Quest.

God Is The Last Hope For Our Nation

Of Earth, Stone And Damnation.



Many Years Had Past Since The Kind Died

When One Day A Young Boy Looked Down

Into The Moat.

SOmething Was Gleaming Deep Down,

What Could It Be ..........

If Not The Kings Crown.