The Ice

There was a king, about whom they sing
The riches were never ending
In the stories they tell, it is glory they sell
Will we ever stop pretending?

While the money is flowing, the ice is growing

For the love of his kin conquered glorious land
For his footsteps in time should not be made of sand
Remnants will keep alive, the one who did strive
To make his land prosper, to make his kin thrive

While the glory is flowing, the ice is growing

In the midst of the night they celebrate
The joy and the mass of wealth they create
Herolds, heroes, a king
Oh hear how they sing!
A song of the one who to rescue did come
And slayed the dragons, with the power of one
Into the night their melody's sung

While the wine is flowing, the ice is growing

For in deep of the night comes a shadow as guest
A man drunk on power at the end of his quest
For when one love dies, a new fire may rise
The king's wife this night failed treachery's test

Unaware he is going
To his bedchamber
There waits the hunter
One slash and it's over

Beloved of all, but hated by one
So the last note of his song is sung
While his eyes are growing
In disbelief, but the last of his knowing

As he parts with this world
Is he wrote his death's rythm
As his wife was not with him
Not united in love
He lost her to fortune, to glory and fame
His mind takes a trip down memory lane
And he sees for how long
It had all gone wrong

The last of his breath, the last of his knowing
Is his death was sealed

By the ice that was growing