Kill the King

Give you thirty-nine lashes
With a sharp-pronged whip
You've lost your legions might
Your folk is knelt and worn
Now let the barbs sink in
Each full of misery
Shine with our unions light
Watch your bloody skin peel
We are the witness of your ordeal
We burned your bridges down

You were raised upon death and scorn
We are the sons of your fertile land forlorn
We place our sins on your head, your new crown
Made of thorns - Yes, we witness your throe
As you're dying
When we're crying
"Kill the King"

Let the dark star rise up tonight
Give a damn who is wrong
Who is right
The blood is running cold, across the sky
The darkness begins, the beast is alive
Kill the king

With enormous plight
We drive stakes through your wrist now
Nailed down with iron spikes, we do lift your
Cross, straight up towards the sky
“My king, where are you now?”
“Perform a miracle” let death resign it’s power
We swing the hammer, swing every strike
And with each single strike
We burn your bridges down, one by one
Sun disappears now from noon until the night
We give a fuck about
About who is wrong and who is right