The pen is greater than the sword, and once again I'm born,
I'm an eagle, just getting away from the storm...

And I can rise above it all, it's not critical,
that you keep your wars to a minimal...

The blaze that burns for us is unending,
and covers us all, better stop pretending...

That we're living in a dark life, a dark night,
there's a race to be won, battles we gotta fight...

It's an uphill road, and it's getting pretty steep,
but I know, when the waters of the rivers getting deep...

That there's just one anthem that's left to sing,
In the halls of the court, in the court of the King...