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! ♪ 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! ♪ 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!