the rise

We all justify the lies of the Cry
Setting is the Barlebone Castle
A dynasty of the Class Three
Born from the Cold Tears and the gods
They are holy and for this, they are
They make their scriptures and what they say is gospel
They wear gold satin and the finest silk
Made of the souls of those who opposed them
And now they are famous, rich and oh-so royal
Some of the children are godforsaken nobles
And they did it through cutting corners
Killing people of their own faith
They commit holy wars to prove their purity
And how did they still do that?

We are all children of
The Barlebone stars
And we will go far to keep it up
We dance and we manipulate
We call it how we see it
And we kill those who try to bring us down
Until then, we'll see if we stay
If we will
(Ahhh) That we'll keep our throne
Oh, the Barlebones