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
[Chorus:] 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