The King sits high in Lorin's keep
Where shadows gather and secrets seep
A crownless throne his scepter bare
The gods' favor gone his kingdom in despair
The King without a crown must stand
A fragile guide for a broken land
The Ninefold fractures the faith runs dry
Yet still he rules beneath the fading sky
Once blessed by gods his voice held sway
A beacon bright to light the way
But silence fell the altars cold
And now his words ring hollow old
The King without a crown must stand
A fragile guide for a broken land
The Ninefold fractures the faith runs dry
Yet still he rules beneath the fading sky
The people whisper the spires lean
Their doubts cut sharp their words unseen
Yet in his eyes a flicker burns
A hope for peace that the world still yearns
The King without a crown must stand
A fragile guide for a broken land
Though gods are silent and hope is frail
His duty binds he will not fail