Searching for the newborn king

Heir to a blood drenched throne

Through glens and snow they ride on

Relentless but alone

A kingdom in despair and sorrow

No glory no reward

In fens and woods they fight on

Until the last sword

The king has been usurped

The tyrant has been killed

With iron fist and flaming sword

Order has been restored

One last hope remains in Alba

The tyrant's heir is yet alive

One last torch of hope and light

A never ending fight

A land of snow and ice

No sunlight or air

On the hills and into brooks

Broken lances fell

The tyrants banner flew

A decade proud and tall

The invaders came at dawn

And peace was forlorn

Plucked Alba's crown from her head

Crushed her laurels, burned the blossom

Torn the rose from the vine

To Dunsinane