Tekst piosenki:
The sword of the king lies broken on the field
Still the battle rages on for neither prince will yield
The years of tradition are as shattered as the blade
What easily was broken will never be remade
In the war for the crown
No victor will be found
The weaker one becomes
More the other is undone
The wounded and the dying charge on without fear
It appears for the other that the end is just as near
While back at their castles the thieves profit from the war
They steal from those away both the noble and the poor
More time spent talking then fighting with each other
Then both might discover they've been moved by another
When the princes return home they'll find neither will be king
For the thieves were plotting while they were battling