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 :
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