[Narrator:]
The King has ruled a reign of long
And good and fair he was to all
But alas, the sun sets on his time
Which renders him frail and small
The throne now calls the next in line
Where Torek stands, proud and strong
His destiny writ in the books of old
To rule as King in the House of Ainean

[Chorus:]
But pride can come to rule the ones
Whose hearts are faintly clouded
For love can blind and torture you
And in rage leave you shrouded
Destruction of a soul
Can be the aftermath of loss
Then fear the flight of Torek
For it will bring chaos!

The crown that lays upon his head
Is surely bright and shining
But won't compare to his shining love
For whom his heart is pining
A queen he needs to fill the place
Beside his throne now empty
And he's longed for his Lady Oria
For a thousand years and twenty

[Chorus]

Of his love he'd said to none
Whilst plans he'd had to make

And on the eve that he would profess
His plans he came to break
For Talon came, his brother dear
Shaking with delight
And with growing rage did Torek hear
His love was taken claim that night

[Talon:]
My brother, I have such news to share
My longing kept hidden in strife
My heart is overjoicing
For soon I shall have a wife
To Oria Allyahan
Did I profess my love
And fall into my arms did she
And say that she did love...
... me too

[Narrator:]
Fire coursing through his veins
To Oria he ran
To beg her if it all was true
To pray to understand

So hear did he her true heart said
Her love belonged to his brother
And curse did he their new found love

[Aina Choir:]
For cursed she should be
If she didn't love he!

[Narrator:]
And should be content with no other!

[Aina Choir:]
Yes, cursed she will be
If she doesn't love he!

[Narrator:]
Out he storms from Aina fair
A self-imposed exile
Far he'll go to escape the burn
Of rejection's bitter bile
Out he storms not looking back
And vows to never return
For now he hates the lovely land
And would rather see it burned

[Torek:]
For how I hate that lovely land
And will someday see it burn!!

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