Namesake

The old throne, claimed through blood and death
The old king, head of the campaign
Strenght and honor, values he passed to his son
And upon his death legacy secure and strong
A heavy burden born
By men both old and young
The question lies before:
What will become?
Will the kingdom fall into oblivion?
The weight of the crown will either raise you up
Or tear you down
Blood runs boiling as the son climbs to his seat
His father’s words echoes through his being
A vow he pledges before the gods:
The line won’t ever break, his son will rise above
A heavy burden born
By men both old and young
The question lies before:
What will become?
Will the kingdom fall into oblivion?
The weight of the crown will either raise you up
Or tear you down
And as the years pass, a new liege is born
So much like the elder king,
Yet untempered and volatile
Now in his twilight years, his reign is soon to end
His son now stands ready to take his rightful place
But fear and doubt, they plague the boy,
His thoughts a darkened forest
From living in the shadow
Of the namesake he adores
A heavy burden born
By men both old and young
The question lies before:
What will become?
Will the kingdom fall into oblivion?
The weight of the crown will either raise you up
Or tear you down
Raise or
Tear you
Down