W3 from Trickery by Lucid Dementia

When will we, see the sun again?
When will we, see the son again?

Here we stand like men before a king that rules the crown unjust
The lies he told will bring the blade that falls upon his rule that’s false
Here is his hand (It’s dripping with blood)
Here is his heart (So black and so cold)
Here is his mind (A device of pure evil)
Here is his life (A disease in the making)
Here is my hand, (The great equalizer)
Here is my heart (It bleeds to be free)
Here is my mind (It’s Sharp like the blade it wields)
I’ll give you my life (We’ll take what we need)

We’ll hold a stand against the king that took the land against our trust
We’ll fight against his tyranny and raze his kingdom to it’s knees
Here is his hand (With the blood of the innocent)
Here is his heart (So full of a hatred)
Here is his mind (So black that it’s frightening)
Here is his life (So ripe for the taking)
Here is my hand, (Let it justify the taking)
Here is my heart (It beats ever quickening)
Here is my mind (As clear as the message)
I’ll give you my life (We’ll take what we need)

On the throne sits the crooked king, All his crimes spread before him
We will stand like a mountain, Coming down on his head
And all the kings subjects, Will cower in fear
To them we’ll bring justice, Swift and severe.

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