the king will return and village of dwarves

Need to rework this song into a story, of Midas hunting people who invaded and plundered his kingdom.
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They were attacked by surprise
In the middle of the night
They didn't stand a single chance
A single chance to fight
After the battle they gathered around the king
And they had never seen that man so sad

"I'm tiding out to get those men
Who hurt my people bad, so bad"

The king will return
With gold in his hand
The castle will burn
In the enemy land
And he will save our people

When two springs had passed a messanger
Came down the track
He said that he had heard great news
"The king is coming back"
Oh the time he was gone
They suffered bad in misery
They didn't know the way

Everyone was shouting
Save our kingdom now

They suffered bad in pain
The time he was away
But maybe now they could survive
Now they could survive

When the king came down the hill
To his people and his land
There were many tears
That touched the ground
And made marks in the sand
Yes now they could start all over again
And live in peace throughout time

Everyone was shouting
When the king came down the hill

The king is returning with gold in his hand
The castle is burning
In the enemy land
The king is...
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The dwarves of Lark are showing all their honour
when you walk on the Gandor secret hill

The dance for fire and wind
and the stories about old kings
are pleasing our brave lords
down in the village of dwarves

The elves are playing under timeless willows
while blue and red paint all my beloved land

The dance for fire and wind
and the stories about old kings
are pleasing our brave lords
down in the village of dwarves

The eagle's eye is hiding something tragic
but in this night the red wine rules in me

The dance for fire and wind
and the stories about old kings
are pleasing our brave lords
down in the village of dwarves

And all night long me Arwald and Aresius
we speak, we laugh, we honor our king

The dance for fire and wind
and the stories about old kings
are pleasing our brave lords
down in the village of dwarves

The eagle's eye is hiding something tragic
but in this night the red wine rules in me

The dance for fire and wind
and the stories about old kings
are pleasing our brave lords
down in the village of dwarves

And time has come now to ride
before the end of the night
the march of the swordmaster
to the unholy fight

And time has come now to ride
before the end of the night
the march of the swordmaster
to the unholy fight

Unholy fight
unholy fight