Kingmaker Songtext
von Eden Echo

Soldier of fortune
Decider of fate
He carries the life-givers weight
The mountain before him
Bestowed him his name
The Kingmaker will rise again
The sword and the story
The talismans eye
His destiny catches the light

He is born of the ghosts of the land
From the dead and the falling sand

The priest and the pagan
Contend for his soul
The passage to young from the old
The weight of the burden
Of human disdain
The virtuous suffer in vein


He is born of the ghosts of the land
From the dead and the falling sand
Like a blaze, astral fire
In the wake of desire
In the realm of the gods and men
He is made of the stones and the trees
He is forged by the will of kings

Understand he is born of the ghosts of the land
From the dead and the falling sand
Like a blaze, astral fire
In the wake of desire
In the realm of the gods and men
He is made of the stones and the trees
He is forged by the will of kings
He is born of the ghosts of the land
From the dead and the falling sand
Like a blaze, astral fire
In the wake of desire
In the realm of the gods and men
In the realm of the gods
In the realm of the God and man