Clash Of Kings

[Intro] [Verse 1] In the year ten-sixty-six, the storm begins to brew, Norman sails unfurling, the shores come into view, William leads his army, in conquest of the crown, Harold stands defiant, the Saxon won't back down. [Pre-Chorus] Blood will drench the battlefield, As history’s fate is sealed. [Chorus] Clash of kings, the battle roars, Swords collide, and heroes soar, Shields will break, and blood will pour, On Hastings’ field, forevermore. Destiny carved in the clash of blades, In the fire of war, a throne remade, Kings and warriors, their fates entwined, In the battle's roar, a new dawn shines. [Verse 2] Arrows rain like fire, in the early morning light, Warriors clash with fury, as the sun gives way to night, Norman knights advancing, through the blood and through the pain, Saxon ranks are breaking, on this fatal, fateful plain. [Pre-Chorus] Blood will drench the battlefield, As history’s fate is sealed. [Chorus] Clash of kings, the battle roars, Swords collide, and heroes soar, Shields will break, and blood will pour, On Hastings’ field, forevermore. Destiny carved in the clash of blades, In the fire of war, a throne remade, Kings and warriors, their fates entwined, In the battle's roar, a new dawn shines. [Bridge] Harold falls in battle, and the crown becomes the Norman’s, Destiny is written, in the blood and in the gore, England bows to William, now the Conqueror. [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] Echoes of the battle, will forever haunt the land, Saxon pride is shattered, by the Conqueror's hand, History carved in granite, by the swords and by the spears, Hastings’ tale will echo, through the endless years. [Pre-Chorus] Blood has drenched the battlefield, As history’s fate is sealed. [Chorus] Clash of kings, the battle roars, Swords collide, and heroes soar, Shields will break, and blood will pour, On Hastings’ field, forevermore. Destiny carved in the clash of blades, In the fire of war, a throne remade, Kings and warriors, their fates entwined, In the battle's roar, a new dawn shines. [Outro] Battlefields grow silent, as the echoes fade away, Victory and vengeance, in the twilight's dying day, A crown won by conquest, through the storm and through the fray, In the clash of kings, a kingdom’s future lay.