My King, my King, how was I supposed to know
Everyone will falter when you die
And as we speak the army of our enemies
Is approaching our gates, we cannot fly

Behold, my son, there's a way to save you all
Don't you despair, don't be petrified
There is an armor, ancient magic made it strong
And you shall wear it when you face the fight

This harness will guide us through dangerous night
It humbles the foe with its grace
The Thornmail will help us prevail and survive
Our deadliest fate we embrace

Well done, my son, it's the way to save you all
But don't you think the realm's been purified
Creatures of darkness are still longing for your fall
Keep them in thrall, it's time to smite and ignite!

This harness will guide us through dangerous night
It humbles the foe with its grace
The Thornmail will help us prevail and survive
Our deadliest fate we embrace

My King, my King, how was I supposed to know
Everyone will falter when you die

This harness will guide us through dangerous night
It humbles the foe with its grace
The Thornmail will help us prevail and survive
Our deadliest fate we embrace

Yeah! My son, smite them all!