Namesake

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