Heart of a king

Worn heart, weary of toils
Shall rest in the shadows of night.
Deep stars are thy hopes,
Thy blood is thy fear,
As thee sit alone
In the dark.

Strong heart, honour thy sword
And to uphold thy passion forth flee.
The truth is thy friend,
Yet thee are a lie,
As thee wait alone
In the dark.

King's heart, brave and juse
Warrior, decendant, untold.
Now a Ranger mus hold times command
And capture the days of the old.

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