The Quest

He’s out for passion here
Seeking for his faith to come
Did not surrender, felt not ashamed
He sang from his world without fear
He seemed to feel no fear
No evil in his words

In his mind he was a king
Of aeons, fulfilled by magic
No one cared or praised his songs
Til their world had found a bad end

They kicked him out
An exile of life he is now
The purple clothes turned to grey
Golden crown rotted down
His childish skin, it melted down
As slaughter and hate kicked his back
Still he’s looking to reach out
For glory, from town to town
They murdered his life
Smashed all dreams
King became a clown

His revenge will not end in blood
Although their hate turned his pride to mud
Don’t stop, don’t give up!
The quest has just begun