Your majesty, he shows no mercy in strength, a great abundance in will
Power and planning, execution, he has a job to fulfill
From the foothills near the stream
To the highest of all, supreme
A king all alone in his castle
To deal with his people what a hassle!
He care less about their plight,
For he is the guiding light
No townsman or farmer shall disobey,
And to do so is to betray.
But revolt is stirred, disappointment fuelled
By the massive lie, freedoms abolished
The poison of corruption, the effects, hail the insurrection
The folk fight with forks and knives, the hunt, the meal, a delicious sight
Bittersweet, or perhaps sour at times, but taste the revenge, we must sometimes!
Invasion, seizure, reclaimed we have
The land of our fathers and of their fathers
The king no more, the people, to the sky we soar!
Freedom is ours, freedom is ours.
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