A dead prince lying in the depths of his grave,
He gives his beckoning cry to his slave.
Maybe he did something untrue in his past,
Now he is left wondering why his horror lasts.
They were all crying when their son first left home,
The thought of him being out there alone.
They know he’s not going to ever come back,
Even if god was behind him, it’s luck that he will lack.
So they continued with their tears,
They knew he had to go,
He must do his best to uncover the truth,
But he won’t come back, they know.