| Set sails, for distant shores, |
| In the lap of the shining sea. |
| They made anchor, on foreign ground. |
| For kingdoms of gold they seek. |
| Hail the King, the battle rages on. |
| Hail the King, the council still commands. |
| Hail the King, the soldiers march alone. |
| Hail the King, the Devil guides the sword, that guides the hand. |
| Steel blades and silver spears, |
| Marching across the land. |
| Blind fear has overcome, |
| Shouting it’s last command. |
| Hail the King, the battle rages on. |
| Hail the King, the council still commands. |
| Hail the King, the soldiers march alone. |
| Hail the King, the Devil guides the sword, that guides the hand. |
| Chorus: |
| Across the sea they came, |
| Carrying swords and song. |
| Their shields of armor rang, |
| Not knowing what’s right or wrong. |
| Guitar Solo |
| Repeat Chorus |
| Keyboard Solo |
| Night falls, the siege is on, |
| Destruction has just begun. |
| The King rules, he sends his battle cry, |
| Over all that remain alive. |
| Hail the King, the battle rages on. |
| Hail the King, the council still commands. |
| Hail the King, the soldiers march alone. |
| Hail the King, the Devil guides the sword, that guides the hand. |