The King He Called Me

The king, he called me

A coiled word on raven’s wings

Out of a city where soot

Veils yet darker things
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Then and there I bent the knee

Even though my heart was light

And an old fool´s dream

Bought me out to fight...
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No, no, no,

I took my chance and ran

Kings are not forever

I won’t dig a hole to find the sun
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And I saw the King give his word

And all the people cheered

For they’ve heard the same lie

For a thousand years
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Oh, the kings ramparts!

How they used to make me feel safe!

And how remarkably the gold glistens

Trimmed around his ugly face
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Yes, my opinion made my blood thick

From fickle set me apart

I’m no longer a pile of bones

That hungers for a heart
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There are days when I yearn

for the blade´s sweet kiss

and the sweet deliverance

the veiled night has promised
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For I feel the day on hold

When they shall unearth my hole

My back against the wall

But the ruler of my soul
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For you may sit high today

But soon will come the time

When we’ll have your starved soul

Matched against mine.