The old throne, claimed through blood and death

The old king, head of the campaign

Strength and honor, values he passed to his son

And upon his death, his legacy secure and strong

A heavy burden born

By men both old and young

The question lies before: what will become?

Will the kingdom fall into oblivion

The weight of the crown will either raise you up or tear you down

Blood runs boiling as the son climbs to his seat

His father's words echoes through his being

A vow he pledges bеfore the gods:

The linе won't ever break, his son will rise above

A heavy burden born

By men both old and young

The question lies before: what will become?

Will the kingdom fall into oblivion

The weight of the crown will either raise you up or tear you down

And as the years pass

A new liege is born

So much like the elder king

Yet un-tempered and volatile

Now in his twilight years, his reign is soon to end

His son now stands ready to take his rightful place

But fear and doubt, they plague the boy

His thoughts a darkened forest

For living in the shadow of the namesake he adores

A heavy burden born

By men both old and young

The question lies before: what will become?

Will the kingdom fall into oblivion

The weight of the crown will either raise you up or tear you down

Raise or tear you down