Many men are sent on a quest for the crown

Searching all corners of the great land

The minstrel tries to sing as before

But, the jester, he laughs no more



Many men are sent on a mission of hope

Asking fortune-tellers and the wise men

Where the royal crown is to be found

Promising rewards in silver and gold and pounds



When the king returns from the crusades

There is no big welcome on the shore

As he hear the news of the missing crown

He shouts at the sky, "Have I ever let you down?"



The elderly call it a sign

As famine strikes the land

Caught in the grip

Of the reapers cold hand



The mission must succeed

Or the kingdom will fall

With it falls the future of us all



Many men are sent on a quest for the crown

Searching all corners of the great land

The minstrel tries to sing as before

But, the jester, he laughs no more



The elderly call it a sign

As famine strikes the land

Caught in the grip

Of the reapers cold hand



The mission must succeed

Or the kingdom will fall

With it falls the future of us all



No crystal ball manage to find

Guidance in their holy quest

God is the last hope for a nation

Of earth, stone and damnation



Many men are sent on a quest for the crown

Searching all corners of the great land

The minstrel tries to sing as before

But, the jester, he laughs no more



Many men are sent on a mission of hope

Asking fortune-tellers and the wise men

Where the royal crown is to be found

Promising rewards in silver and gold and pounds



Many men are sent on a quest for the crown

Searching all corners of the great land

The minstrel tries to sing as before

But, the jester, he laughs no more



Many years had passed since the king died

When one day a young boy looked down into the moat

Something was gleaming deep down

What could it be if not the king's crown