The king is dead all hail. God bless the orphaned sons. They raise their tear Filled eyes. They join their hands and mourn. The king is dead and gone, Slain at the hands of the heathens. They raise their tear filled eyes up, upto The blackening sunset. They raise their tear filled eyes, upto the blackened Skies. They raise their eyes upto the sunset. Once more the dead shall rise And raise their hands to mourn their king. The dead will rise, to bless the Orphaned sons, to mourn their murdered king. God bless the murdered king, they Take him to his grave. It won't be long, until the end. God bless the Oprhaned sons, god bless their tear filled eyes. God bless their murdered King, god bless their blood stained hands.