There was a king of Albadon
Who was so strong and fierce.
He ruled over his people
With a strong and mighty hand.
His realm was feared across the land
For all its power, might!
But the last king of Albadon
Fell to the sword.
But Albadon still was a land
Of power, glory, might.
And now there rose a queene
Who was so fair and proud.
Her beauty was acclaimed
Across the worlds and lands!
But the last queene of Albadon
Fell to her pride.
So Albadon had fallen
There was no ruler there.
There came a time in which
Chaos ruled the land,
It seemed that all was lost.
Albadon would die.
Order was brought at last
But it was false and feared.
Finally there rose a child
Who was acclaimed as Queene.
But she feared for her life so long
For she was little loved.
So when her lover died
The child ran away.
And Albadon at last
Faded into mist.
Times and times passed
And Albadon grew tired.
But suddenly a warrior
Stood forth from the rest.
She led her people into war
To save them from the mist.
And no blood of Albadon
Was shed that day but hers.
There was a Queene of Albadon
Who was fair and strong.
She ruled o’er her people
With a loving hand of power.
And so the tale of Albadon
Is closed like this:
Be like the warrior,
Not the Queen,
The king ,
Or the child.
