The Death of a King hides a great power.....In the old age when dreams became truea king was born in the far land of gods and wizardsa strange birth from a blood of a war to an ancient love.His mother was a daughter of past and secret memorieshidden in the heart of the secret land of Avalon.Inside the child the blood of one hundred kingsblessed by the dragons and gods, a never broken line.He is the king who was is and will be.He is the son of one hundred kings.He is scarred by the fate, his future is already written.He'll have the crown and he will be killed by his son.But his name will never be frogotten, for evermore.He was born to unify the new with the ancient world,his life and his blood will close the wound,the past will be able to survive in the futurethe ancients gods and arcanes will not be lost.He is the king who was is and will be.He is the son of one hundred kings.The volours of that time will be forever carved in his swordhis wonderful and mystical sword forged with the steel fallen fron the skyand empowered by magical and arcanes rites at the presence of the gods.The blade gathers al the people around one flag for freedom and peaceto live honoring high ideals and respcting all the human beings.The hand which claps the sword is strong but he is still a man that can't win all the time,the last battle is closer every day ant it will rise from the ashes of a forgotten past. He is the king who was is and will be.He is the son of one hundred kings.His son, in his soul the same blessed linebecame a dark spirit for the thirst of power of other personsbe ready to let him killed just to see the king dead.The last fight is begun, the swords cross, the blood flows, the warcries hurt the hears:father and son face toward each other the steels rised ready to drink blood the same blood.Now they lie on the gound, in death both of them have found their own truth and the mighty sword disappears.The king is gone, an age is over, but he will never be truly dead becouse:He is the king who was is and will be.He is the son of one hundred kings.Inizialmente volevano essere canzoni. Canzoni ispirate al metal che amo tanto, ma mirendo conto che una canzone è soprattutto musica, il testo viene dopo. Io invece non sono in grado di scrivere musica e perciò non posso defirle canzoni, ma poesie. Il che in fondo può andare bene lo stesso.
King Arthur
The Death of a King hides a great power.....In the old age when dreams became truea king was born in the far land of gods and wizardsa strange birth from a blood of a war to an ancient love.His mother was a daughter of past and secret memorieshidden in the heart of the secret land of Avalon.Inside the child the blood of one hundred kingsblessed by the dragons and gods, a never broken line.He is the king who was is and will be.He is the son of one hundred kings.He is scarred by the fate, his future is already written.He'll have the crown and he will be killed by his son.But his name will never be frogotten, for evermore.He was born to unify the new with the ancient world,his life and his blood will close the wound,the past will be able to survive in the futurethe ancients gods and arcanes will not be lost.He is the king who was is and will be.He is the son of one hundred kings.The volours of that time will be forever carved in his swordhis wonderful and mystical sword forged with the steel fallen fron the skyand empowered by magical and arcanes rites at the presence of the gods.The blade gathers al the people around one flag for freedom and peaceto live honoring high ideals and respcting all the human beings.The hand which claps the sword is strong but he is still a man that can't win all the time,the last battle is closer every day ant it will rise from the ashes of a forgotten past. He is the king who was is and will be.He is the son of one hundred kings.His son, in his soul the same blessed linebecame a dark spirit for the thirst of power of other personsbe ready to let him killed just to see the king dead.The last fight is begun, the swords cross, the blood flows, the warcries hurt the hears:father and son face toward each other the steels rised ready to drink blood the same blood.Now they lie on the gound, in death both of them have found their own truth and the mighty sword disappears.The king is gone, an age is over, but he will never be truly dead becouse:He is the king who was is and will be.He is the son of one hundred kings.Inizialmente volevano essere canzoni. Canzoni ispirate al metal che amo tanto, ma mirendo conto che una canzone è soprattutto musica, il testo viene dopo. Io invece non sono in grado di scrivere musica e perciò non posso defirle canzoni, ma poesie. Il che in fondo può andare bene lo stesso.