The King has ruled a reign of long And good and fair he was to all But alas, the sun sets on his time Which renders him frail and small The throne now calls the next in line Where Torek stands, proud and strong His destiny writ in the books of old To rule as King in the House of Ainean But pride can come to rule the ones Whose hearts are faintly clouded For love can blind and torture you And in rage leave you shrouded Destruction of a soul Can be the aftermath of loss Then fear the flight of Torek For it will bring chaos! The crown that lays upon his head Is surely bright and shining But won't compare to his shining love For whom his heart is pining A queen he needs to fill the place Beside his throne now empty And he's longed for his Lady Oria For a thousand years and twenty Of his love he'd said to none Whilst plans he'd had to make And on the eve that he would profess His plans he came to break For Talon came, his brother dear Shaking with delight