Does your blood not move?
Nor your heart heave?
At a king's compassion
His helpless mercy

With honour does he rule
In trust he leads
Upon the enemy
He takes no pride

It is God's will
The people he serves
The king is a protector
Of lands and servants

With power he knights
And rules as he knows best
A righteous person
Who kneels in war to his Lord

A king does not **** a king
Nor a king severs a treaty
In peace he speaks
The greater good he seeks

With no choice they strived
Fought for many nights
Broke many walls
And shed lots of blood

A king who valued life
Grieved for his tribe
For the peace that was broken
Over the holy land of Jerusalem