The vaunted knight sallies the stolen crown forth

North, South, East, West, he brings its influence to worth

The power of the hateful heart infests the rest

Of the troubled might in the mighty breast.

He steals, he robs, the light from the eye

The crown ever hid in his minds tie

Imposter, pretender, and ultimate foe. 

Into eternal hell must go.

The vaunted knight holds it fast 

In a hellish fist of godless wrath.

He holds it firm but it cannot stay

From his weak grip it now falls away.

The power and the glory are now reassigned 

To the proper place of holy right

And all Earth trembles at the Victor,s sight.