A saint in white prophesied
The right to the throne is in the sword
The sword is melded in the stone
Come all who think they are worthy
Above the sky which the mountain reaches
But for those that hold evil in their hearts
Their hands will burn
Upon holding this sword
The light of heaven will descend
And bless the kingdom
So all who heard the prophecy
Ran with all their might
For they may be worthy of the sword
But all had eyes for the throne