In your throne you sit
It all seems to fit
You're the uppermoust
(At least - on this coast)
Your rights to oppress
Your rights to possess
Your self given rights
To obscure the light
It's all right you're doing
As long as we're paying
Taxes in blood and silver
The death shall be our saver
Emotionless you're crushing
That's your way of helping
Still you'll be on your throne
All of your servants - gone
That's wen we rise
Between deat cries
Fire eats the shadow -
Your end - my fellow
The dark throne is empty
At least for another century
But newer will it be OK again
Too many souls've been slain...
25.10.2004 |