Sleeps the King

The king sleeps
To awake when needed
His legends keep
In hearts bleeding
The one god
Gives back life
To the bearer of fire
When the time is rife
With sorrow
Greatest fear
And no hope
Only strife
The king who sleeps
Is our Arthur
Bearer of the Pendragon's blood
Encased in armour
We wait for his return
Our sorrows inside burn
He will be back
When our sorrows flood
And he is called
From Heaven's hold
Our love will adorn
His kingship
We are his servants
And refused to mourn
Because he'd come back
When the need
Was enough
For the one God
To be moved
To share him
With his people
Again



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