Brothers Three

I sing of brothers three
A blessed and cursed family

I sing of brothers three
The first will aid the land
Save his people from a scourge
But must beat time's quick sands
When he finds be-loved bride
Lain to rest but not dead
Awakened to turn tide

I sing of brothers three
The second falls in war
Hidden from father's eyes
Trapped, stowed away
He returns to his throne
Rules just but wise
And spends his nights alone


I sing of brothers three
The third his heart filled with rot
Envy of his elders
Against them he will plot
Still his son will follow
His uncle teaches well
Third reaps not what he sew


I sing of brothers three
A blessed and cursed family