Roterfeld - King of This Land

Can't find no sleep tonight for all the things I've done
And I wandered in darkness and doubts on roads I shouldn't have gone
A black pilgrim, a father to the land, a lord of the war
They have given me many names and more
Foes and friends and allies in war

And I saw the storm crows soar
And I saw my fields stained with blood

They call me the king of this land
But I'd be nothing without you my friend
Born and raised to hold on in the fire

I'm the king of this land, you're my Khaleesi
Feeding the dragons with your hands
Born to ride on nightwinds in the sky
Born to ride on nightwinds in the sky

You are just a little king
Drops of red will be your crown
Await the coming of the storm all your people left to mourn
Open the gate for the demons' parade

Voices of my fathers haunting my veins, sound in the deep
Like an ancient force leading my sword in times of no retreat
And my watch goes on in the night... until the turn of the tide

They call me the king of this land,
but I'd be nothing without you my friend
born and raised to hold on in the fire

I'm the king of this land, you're my Khaleesi
Feeding the dragons with your hands
Born to ride on nightwinds in the sky

Written by:
Roterfeld

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