That would be king, that would be king. A sovereign of no land- he rides to unseat the queen of kings, a crown of red, a throne of gold, that general of the Far East, how far you came, once a boy with no great name.

That would be king, that would be king, marked with the clad of all your fallen houses shame, with pride and duty the would be king Salutes the Golden throne. Honor, he brings to the forgotten Kings name.

That would be king, that would be king; Not long to seat the Queen of kings vows to honor her divine mothers will. Winds of war cloud over the nine nation Empire; kissed by Divine Sols wish.

To the north and to the south they ride, to protect the white queens good name. Blood and soil is their pride, By his ambition and army, and the blue blood of royal, let his ordain mission bare regal fruit, and let treachery be the sword that removes it, cuts it, form it’s weak branches.

That would be king fueled by his Fathers cries, now rides, and flys above the clouds, to claim the golden throne, to unseat the queen of kings. that would be king, not long to rule he wears the Red crown. What sorrow you bring to be a sun king. that would be king, that would be king.

They leave lands, and fields un sow to bring low that would be king. A field of red and blue, noble blood mixes with low and high, the Sun King, bleeds red blood, that would be king, that would be king, cries, before he die’s, “I , the would be king, just wanted to be, a King.”

That would be king, that would be king, wears a red crown, but could not bear it, ”O’ that monarchy, such a fantasy, woe to thee, who longs to be a king.