[Intro – Spoken, deep male voice, wind across an abandoned battlefield] The swords are silent. The drums have faded. Mist lies heavy over Bosworth Field. A king lies fallen in the dust. Richard the Third. The last king of the House of York. His crown has found another master. But who will answer for the blood? And who will heal the wounds of England? [Verse 1 – Slow strings, distant church bells] The morning falls on fields of stone, A fallen king lies all alone. His sword is resting in the grass, His golden crown has come to pass. The banners hang against the sky, Where once the knights were riding high. The white boar falls upon the ground, A dying world without a sound. [Pre-Chorus – Soft male choir] The winds have swept the war away, The dead beneath the earth shall stay. What remains of royal pride, When all the dreams of kings have died? [Chorus – Powerful, sorrowful male choir] The last king! The final fight! A kingdom of roses, Lost within the night! The crown remains, But the king is gone. And no one knows What waits beyond the dawn. Oh England! Hear your children crying! Oh England! Your skies are opening wide! The roses bloom forever, But their thorns will never die! [Verse 2 – Majestic orchestra, slow rhythm] Another king now takes the throne, And Henry claims the crown his own. The red dragon rises in the sky, As ancient banners slowly die. The crown has found another hand, A new beginning for the land. But underneath the fields of green, The blood of kings remains unseen. [Bridge – Spoken, gentle harp and strings] Henry Tudor has won. He shall be known as Henry the Seventh. But peace does not arrive in a single day. The houses of York and Lancaster Still carry the wounds of war. Then comes a promise of another age. Henry takes Elizabeth of York as his wife. The red rose. And the white rose. Together, they shall bloom. [Verse 3 – Warmer melody, ethereal female choir] Two roses rise from broken stone, Their roots entwined, no more alone. A brighter morning lights the sky, As shadows of the past pass by. But no flower can understand, The blood that soaked this ancient land. Until the darkness fades away, And hope returns to greet the day. [Chorus – Full choir, powerful guitars] The last king! The final fight! A kingdom of roses, Lost within the night! The crown remains, But the king is gone. And no one knows What waits beyond the dawn. Oh England! Hear your children crying! Oh England! Your skies are opening wide! The roses bloom forever, But their thorns will never die! [Instrumental – Grand orchestra, emotional guitar solo, distant bells] [Verse 4 – Deep male voice, reflective and solemn] What is a king without his land? What is a sword in a lifeless hand? What is a throne, what is a crown, When every kingdom tumbles down? Their names are carved in ancient stone, Yet none shall rule this world alone. And every empire standing tall, Will one day fade, and one day fall. [Final Chorus – Massive choir, orchestra and cathedral bells] The last king! The final night! From fields of sorrow, Roses rise into the light! The crown still shines, But the years roll by. No man lives forever, No king can conquer time! Oh England! Let your bells be ringing! Oh England! A new day has begun! From the red and the white rose, A new kingdom shall become one! [Outro – Spoken, single harp notes, quiet choir] Richard the Third is dead. Henry the Seventh becomes king. The houses of York and Lancaster Are joined through marriage. And many years later, William Shakespeare will turn this history into a tragedy. A tragedy of ambition. Of betrayal. Of guilt. And of the passing of power. For kings will rise. And kings will fall. But history remains. [Final male choir – Very soft, fading into silence] Two roses. One crown. One England. [End – One final church bell]
