
Theobald I, also known as The Mad King was the most outrageous king Aventira had ever had. Before his coronation, he ordered a new, pompous crown, throwing the old one, which had been worn by generations of kings before him, into the kitchen trash.
During his coronation, the duke of an island nation presented him with a priceless black star shell as a gift, a national treasure to the islanders. Affronted from receiving a disdainful, stinking shell as a gift, Theobald threw it on the ground, shattering it. Outraged, the duke left.
This was only one of many things his brother and heir to the throne, Galen I, had to mend after Theobald's death.
So, I wanted to create something that had a bit of a Nightwish flair. This is the result.
Verse:
In times long past, when many dukes still ruled;
The Mad King rose, a ruler cruel and fooled.
He tossed the crown, for one of pomp and show;
But scorned the gift, his arrogance did grow.
Viskaru brought, a shell of rarest worth;
But Theobald, he shattered it to dirt.
With ties now cut, the kingdom stood alone;
The greed and pride saw all the kingdom moan.
Chorus:
From shadows cast by ego great, a humble heart will rise;
With gentle eyes, he waits his turn, to heal with open eyes
To mend what greed and madness broke, his vow to make things right;
He’ll cross the sea with sails of white, and bring peace into light.
Verse:
He sought to scry, a mirror cursed with lies;
But fate decreed, his end by fire's cries.
From dark one came, a beacon to the lost;
To heal the wounds, no matter what the cost.
Galen stood fast, with intent pure and true;
He asked for peace, a bond to start anew.
Viskaru saw the gift of humbled reign;
Forgiveness granted, kingdom's peace regained.
Chorus:
From ashes of a broken crown, a brother rose to heal;
A gentle heart of humble grace, his courage pure and real.
He crossed the sea with sails of white, to mend what once was torn;
With Theobald's crown as peace, a new alliance born.
Bridge:
In the end, it's not the crown, but heart that truly reigns;
A tale of pride and humble grace, through loss, the truth remains.
Two kingdoms joined by humbled hearts, their future shining bright;
From broken past to hopeful dawn, they walk into the light.
Chorus:
From ashes of a broken crown, a brother rose to heal;
A gentle heart of humble grace, his courage pure and real.
He crossed the sea with sails of white, to mend what once was torn;
With Theobald's crown as peace, a new alliance born.