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The King|•
Song by Rosendale
(Lyrics)
There was a king
Living carefree
He wanted the world he wanted everything
He ruled with a fist
His people were starved
He watched as they begged behind his castle guards
Diamonds and pearls
Emeralds and gold
He bathed in the riches only he could know
But with time came age
His health in decline
The fate of his legacy left to the tides
So he ran to his queen and demanded a child
Planted his seed then he cast her aside
Several moons later she bore him a son
But died just to give him his own flesh and blood
Ooh
Ooh
The son grew like weeds
He soon was eighteen
He ventured outside of the castle to see
The faces so gaunt
The dead in the streets
They cried out for help but nobody could hear
Deep down inside him something had stirred
He laughed at the ruins his father incurred