Namesake - Graveshadow

The old throne, claimed through blood and death

The old king, head of the campaign

Strenght and honor, values he passed to his son

And upon his death legacy secure and strong

A heavy burden born

By men both old and young

The question lies before:

What will become?

Will the kingdom fall into oblivion?

The weight of the crown will either raise you up

Or tear you down

Blood runs boiling as the son climbs to his seat

His father’s words echoes through his being

A vow he pledges before the gods:

The line won’t ever break, his son will rise above

A heavy burden born

By men both old and young

The question lies before:

What will become?

Will the kingdom fall into oblivion?

The weight of the crown will either raise you up

Or tear you down

And as the years pass, a new liege is born

So much like the elder king,

Yet untempered and volatile

Now in his twilight years, his reign is soon to end

His son now stands ready to take his rightful place

But fear and doubt, they plague the boy,

His thoughts a darkened forest

From living in the shadow

Of the namesake he adores

A heavy burden born

By men both old and young

The question lies before:

What will become?

Will the kingdom fall into oblivion?

The weight of the crown will either raise you up

Or tear you down

Raise or

Tear you

Down