The old king, the new king, the twin kings They are the gods of broken time, rusty fortune and twirling Usurped by the king of kings, the son of another god Or so the story was told, on clear nights long But not so, because instead they herald His coming The old king and new king dance, prance and shined For all crowns become heavy on the heads of all kings And weary who wears the shiny metal for so long Even strongest become old and seek retirement from the burden Though no longer kings in name, they are still strong Dancing their separate ways in life, they are very adventurous Prancing and hoping to meet others, they are quite patience The kings of old and new still meet now and then On clear nights long, they come and tell their stories And those with time and fortune watch and listen to them