[The Law]

Old wise man, speaking is in italics.

"Pour the glasses, Guinness and whiskey
Pour the glasses, Guinness and whiskey
A couple flashes, in minutes we're tipsy
Pour the glasses of Guinness and whiskey"!!

Young king, come have a chat with this old fellow
and leave those other brats with their bold bellows.
King Leon was taking back at first, but he obliged
and the two talked for quite some time.

So tell this old man, have you done anything you regret?
Get it off your chest, there must be something you confess
Well, it was years ago before I was crowned to nobility
A child that died a death down by the willow tree
My brother and I, were engaged in target practice
And to this day, this moment has left my gold heart blackened.
My father, the king at the time, wanted a better challenge
Said he found an enemy and we have to show our talents
In the the quickest, most vicious way and they would take the crown.
So I was the one that took him down.
I shot an arrow, that punctured his heart and he dropped to his knees
I pulled out my blade, took off his head, and he toppled with ease.
But that knight we found out the truth of the young weasel
We realize that his father and him we're really amount our people.
The rest I don't remember to well, but I believe we hid the truth
said that he had gotten attacked by enemy troops.
It has stuck with me for a damn eternity,
and tomorrow is it's anniversary.
'Ahh I see young king, now for what I wanted to discuss
The parched tree, the great treasure that lies under it's trunks'
But that is just a tale, it's far fetched to believe such a thing
'I have seen it and to this kingdom great wealth it would bring.
But you have a choice, tomorrow you can mourn and start repentin'
Your murder of the young child, but I warn you, if it's neglected..
Or you can travel to this tree of treasures, take what it yours
Be the richest king from this desert to the southern shores.

After hearing this drunk wise mans, information
I traveled to the treasures the next day, it was too much temptation
I arrived at this tree, and what I peered at was no treasure
It was the head of the child, my hands started to tremor
Within seconds, I could feel something rip through my skin
I turned around, saw the bow, the arrow, and realized it was him...
The father of this child, the old, wise man had tricked me instead
I warned you young king, that today was the day that mourn for the dead.