The gates have fallen

Streets flooded with flames

Consumption and famine

Bells echo through dread

The screams are silenced

An offering to the king

The defilement begins

Laughter pierces an innocent heart as

Grand marble halls are painted with blood

Tears are depleted as eyes witness

The volatile lusts of ruthless beasts

Without incentive to remain

Broken from the chains

A steep plunge in to squalor

Cloaked with foul colour

(2x)

A break through the once glorious markets

Now a feasting ground for crows

Temples of fascination and privilege

Provides clemency and passage

(2x)

Wandering blindly

All trust submitted

Presence obscured

Spies ubiquitous

The desperation

Hastening judgement

Whispers of doubt

Raise the flag of fear

All warfare is based on deception

The smell of putrid burning flesh

Resonates despair throughout the frail nerves

A blade, concealed, thrust in the spine

All hope is now lost and disintegrated

Morality’s assured death

At the compliant hands of indulgence

Years of tradition and culture

Now a meaningless ruin engulfed in flames

The king is dead…

Long live the king