Glass Hammer One King
So the elder had filled
His head with tales
And led him wrong, led him wrong
Thus the quest for glory
Was put aside
But not for long, not for long
For many a night he awoke with a fright but
Time heals all wounds
So the question remained
And unresolved
As days went by, months went by
And the feeling retained
Was something hard
To classify, classify
Suspicion of something
Majestic and full of wonder
The tugging of fate, to seek out the great
When none around him
Showed themselves
Worthy of
Following
Came the time
Dreams were born
Visions of
One man
One King
One Man