An old man sits on his throne

His limbs all weaken'd and gray

What is a king with no kingdom to rule

This quandary troubles his mind



I am the greatest 'neath the heavens

No thief shall own what is mine

The earth shall tremble in fear

When the dying whisper my name

They came to the shores from the west

His crown and sceptre to claim

In bloody conflict the scores would be settl'd

In a battle o'er land and fame

His men stood by upon the field

From no battle they would shun

Despite their armour and wooden shields

Their blood soon caress'd by steel



A young herald rode forth

Imperial was his voice :