The Kingdom's crown
Lays unclaimed
Under a bridge
You'll find the King's remains
War is over
Invasion has begun
Druids leads insurgents
As the poets scatter
Children run in fear
Mothers in despair
Ground covered with cadavers
Death is in the air
No shelter to find
As you watch the villages burn
Screams of slaughter
Echo through the mountains
Comes an eclipse
That blocks out the sun
Reigning for night and day
Until the King's body is found
The Black King Is the proof
That even upon his throne
The Picts cannot be ruled
Feral highland savages
A proud people
Who were once their own Kings
Will not bow down
To foreign claimants
Send your armies
We pick death over servitude
You will see
It can be taken but never held
The Kingdom's crown
Lays unclaimed
Under a bridge
You'll find the King's remains