King After King

The last spoken will of a warrior King:
 "Bury me next to my soldiers
 Set my horse free and let people sing
 Of their son with the world on his shoulders
 Then look to the mountains
 I left my grave wide open."
 Eyes fixed on the mountains
 "I was buried at dusk, at dawn I'll return."
 Here it comes
 Death undone
 King after King
 From this tomb we shall build you a throne
 In your name we shall sing
 Light your torch, let the flames lead you home
 Long live the King!
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 The heart of a King can be measured in dreams
 Reaching the sleep of his people
 A whisper of ghost saying we'll be redeemed
 From our sins he will build us a castle
 One day we'll be stronger, we will ride right beside you
 Until we are stronger, we put stone upon stone
 Await your return
 From this tomb we shall build you a throne
 In your name we shall sing
 Light your torch, let the flames lead you home
 Long live the King!
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 The longing for sun and a heartbreak undone
 Breaking the back of false idols
 Bring our King home, for among us are none
 Who is worthy to be his disciple
 Out there in the wasteland, there's something coming for us
 A call from the wasteland:
 He was buried at dusk, at dawn he returns
 Here it comes
 Death undone
 King after King
 From this tomb we shall build you a throne
 In your name we shall sing
 Light your torch, let the flames lead you home
 Long live the King!