Many men are sent on, a quest for the crown.
Searching all corners of the great land.
The minstrel tries to sing as before.
But the jeasture, he laughs no more.
Many men are sent on, a mission of hope.
Asking fortune-tellers, and the wise men.
Where the royal crown, is to be found.
Promising rewards, in silver and gold in pounds.

When the king returns, from the crusades,
there is no big welcome on the shore.
As he hears the news, of the missing crown,
He shouts at the sky "have I ever let you down?"
The elderly call it aside, as vamits strike for land.
Caught in the grip of the remus cold-hand.
The mission must suceed, or the kingdom will fall.
With it falls the future of a soul.

Many men are sent on, a quest for the crown.
Searching all corners of the great land.
The minstrel tries to sing as before.
But the jeasture, he laughs no more.

The elderly call it aside, as vamits strike for land.
Caught in the grip of the remus cold-hand.
The mission must suceed, or the kingdom will fall.
With it falls the future of a soul.
Stone hits the roam, man hitch to find.
Guidence in their holy quest.
God is the last hope for a nation.
The love, stone and ovation.

Many men are sent on, a quest for the crown.
Searching all corners of the great land.
The minstrel tries to sing as before.
But the jeasture, he laughs no more.

Many men are sent on, a mission of hope.
Asking fortune-tellers, and the wise men.
Where the royal crown, is to be found.
Promising rewards, in silver and gold in pounds.

-solo this solo is really really good-

Many men are sent on, a quest for the crown.
Searching all corners of the great land.
The minstrel tries to sing as before.
But the jeasture, he laughs no more.

Many years have passed, since the king died.
But one day a young boy, looked out into the boat.
Something was gleeming deep down.
What could it beeee, if not the kings crown.