الكلمات
[Verse 1]
A crown heavy with sorrow, a kingdom in his grasp,
An old king weeps in silence, as memories unclasp.
His son, the fallen prince, on battlefields did lay,
A future lost, a lineage gone, as night took over day.
[Pre-Chorus]
He wears a mask of bravery, his tears he must conceal,
For the enemy approaches, their marching drums he feels.
[Chorus]
Oh, the king stands tall, his heart split in twain,
Ruling with a shadow, bearing the silent pain.
The throne demands his service, though his soul is worn,
He faces the coming storm, a monarch so forlorn.
[Verse 2]
The castle halls echo with the laughter that once was,
Now filled with the silence, the grief that never thaws.
A scepter and a sword, in his hands they weigh more,
For each decision now, reminds him of the war.
[Pre-Chorus]
Yet, he must lead his people, through fear and darkened skies,
As the enemy's flag on the horizon, cruelly lies.
[Chorus]
Oh, the king stands tall, his heart split in twain,
Ruling with a shadow, bearing the silent pain.
The throne demands his service, though his soul is worn,
He faces the coming storm, a monarch so forlorn.
[Chorus]
Oh, the king stands tall, his heart split in twain,
Ruling with a shadow, bearing the silent pain.
The throne demands his service, though his soul is worn,
He faces the coming storm, a monarch so forlorn.
[Verse 3]
In the quiet of his chamber, the king recalls the past,
Each memory a treasure, too precious to outlast.
The echo of his son's voice, a ghost upon the air,
In the solitude of power, he finds his deepest prayer.
[Pre-Chorus]
Yet, he must lead his people, through fear and darkened skies,
As the enemy's flag on the horizon, cruelly lies.
[Chorus]
Oh, the king stands tall, his heart split in twain,
Ruling with a shadow, bearing the silent pain.
The throne demands his service, though his soul is worn,
He faces the coming storm, a monarch so forlorn.
[Chorus]
Oh, the king stands tall, his heart split in twain,
Ruling with a shadow, bearing the silent pain.
The throne demands his service, though his soul is worn,
He faces the coming storm, a monarch so forlorn.
[Chorus]
Oh, the king stands tall, his heart split in twain,
Ruling with a shadow, bearing the silent pain.
The throne demands his service, though his soul is worn,
He faces the coming storm, a monarch so forlorn.
