The King sits ever on his throne,
Saddened wisdom in his gaze,
He always makes the just decision,
And subjects sing his name with praise.

A Princess, 'sick' within her chambers,
Locked inside her empty room,
Betrothed to one she does not love,
She weeps for a forbidden groom.

A young man locked beneath the castle,
Punished for forbidden love,
His broken body writhes in torment,
His wife imprisoned up above.

Enlightened subjects mourn in secret,
For decisions that have been made,
Ones that keep two lovers seperate,
But duty's price must not be waived.