Ride and row down the river of old
A king like no other with a kind heart of gold,
He yells behold behold for your king is here
The screams of praise turned to screams of pain,
Before the king's eyes a terror consumed his domain
None were spared none were safe all would disappear
The darkness ravaged through the night
Horror and terror, chased the old king in his flight,
Only to wake up in a sweat to a peaceful scene
And realised it was only a dream