Warfarer - Heir Uncrowned

Oh, sons of north
So proud and strong
Together
Entwined are their tales
Of tragedy for ages foretold

Born into this world
Cold, yet full of hope
Both sons raised as one
By blood, bound

Disgraced, the proud son fades
Far from his father's grace
The second son
Now takes his place

In this world so cold
Where all these tales unfold
The tale of betrayal
Untold

Disgraced, the proud son wails
With tears on his face
His dreams of glory
Now gone

Ooh…
Tale of an heir uncrowned
The proud, firstborn son
Hopes of glory gone
His dreams now undone

Ooh…
Tale of an heir uncrowned
The proud, firstborn son
So began the tale of…
Brotherslayer!
Bereaver!
Betrayer!

Heir, now standing forlorn
Gazes upon the throne
He will claim it with might
As is his right

Ooh…
Tale of an heir uncrowned
The proud, firstborn son
Hopes of glory gone
His dreams now undone

Ooh…
Tale of an heir uncrowned
The proud, firstborn son
So began the tale of…
Brotherslayer!
Bereaver!
Betrayer!