On the outside he's a poor man Chosen to live his life in exile But in his chest beats a warrior's heart And in his veins runs the True Blood of the Kings Oh, how his might came to be He wields the forgotten blade They try to force him to stop, But he'll never give up! Now the time has come to take his place As a true leader of the free world He shall take his place on the throne And ensure that all true-hearted shall be free On through the years When he's fighting his wars He will never No, never, surrender Fighting with sword Made of ancient True Steel His enemies will know his power Oh yeah!