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My fellow, let’s go up the road

We’ve got invitation to come

He’s there to provide us with hope

To rule our home if we dare.

We’ll join his call when he’ll ask:

Be sure it’s all what he needs.

We’ll go and fulfil simple task

And gather the throne for our deeds.

Tired hands of us who’ve sworn

Put the rightful swords aside.

Hungry daggers take the turn

In the gown of ashen light.

Silent shadows in the lanes

Hide the empathy from hearts.

Poisoned prongs bring cold from graves,

Teaching us their ruthless arts.

My fellow, our hands were red

When we left burning town.

With the price of the dead paid

For long-awaited reward.

Let’s feast: it’s a grateful time.

He welcomes us for our deeds.

My fellow, invited am I

To keep the throne for his needs.

Tired hands of us who’ve sworn

Put the rightful swords aside.

Hungry daggers take the turn

In the gown of ashen light.

Silent shadows in the lanes

Hide the empathy from hearts.

Poisoned prongs bring cold from graves,

Teaching us their ruthless arts.

You’ll have to go:

There’s nothing left

I’ll stay enthroned,

You’ll pay the debt.

My past belief

Face its demise:

It’s always worth

The sacrifice.