Sword and Sceptre - Countess

A prince in exile for all of his life

Raised far from his father’s lands

Believed dead like all of his kin

His throne in vile usurper’s hands

A child unaware of his noble blood

Frustrated by his simple peasant life

Unlike others without knowing why

Unable to identify his urge for strife

A mysterious visitor in his village

Seeking him out when coming of age

Revealing to him the truth of his blood

In ignorance facing the giver of rage

Sword and sceptre

Crown and ring

Sword and sceptre

All hail the king

Taking the sword and the sceptre

The visitor gone not a trace left behind

Holding the relics of his ancestors

Images of old flooding his mind

Years of preparing, hardship and pain

Gathering men still loyal to his blood

Building an army to overthrow the usurper

Always guided by the wandering god

The right of vengeance now his to claim

Glory in battle for those sworn to the ring

Power of the sword, wisdom of the sceptre

All hail the rightful heir, all hail the king