O'hene Savant - Parable lyrics

You'll be ever hearing, never understanding That's why I speak in parables A people dealing with the d**h of their king In search of his heir soon to rule everything His land filled with gold and with riches galore But choose by [?] was the method before And the title of the kings to the prince from the shore Gifted with fame and with riches galore Tore from the cloth of his father before Scorned by the poor for he lived by the sword So this prince would claim he came from the Lord Men could only see the grief coming more Fought yet another prince to rule for sure This prince who swore he would score for the poor Men undecided could be either or 4-0 days and the princes wage war The tribes decide as the prince from the shore The prince for the poor is upset and he saw This was unfair he declares in a war 5-0 tribes some unaccounted for “Let's fight again,” spoke the prince for the poor Prince from the shore raised a sword saying, “sure” After the war was the prince from the shore Again with the window the tribes were [?] “Lord,” he would plea, “I have come of the Lord” “Sure,” they would cry, “you have lied, you're a fraud” Sore was the prince from the shore so he swore I'll sway the minds of the rich and the poor Such was a time when the kingdoms of fore- Lands from the East sought revenge from before These Eastern kings saw the prince from the shore Now as the king as his father before So they attack even rich and the poor “Now is my chance,” says the king from the shore Raising his sword in the name of the Lord War he declared for the East he deplored Now all the rich switch quick with the poor Praise to our hero, the king from the shore Now they believe he is sent of the Lord No one remembers the prince from the poor No one remembers his father before Minds have been swayed to the ways of the sword