Herman Frank Kill The King
Give you thirty-nine lashes, with a sharp-pronged whip
You've lost your legions might, your folk is knelt and
worn
Now let the barbs sink in, each full of misery
Shine with our unions light, watch your bloody skin
peel
We are the witness of your ordeal
We burned your bridges down
You were raised upon death and scorn
We are the sons of your fertile land forlom
We place our sins on your head, your new crown made of
thorns
Yes, we witness your throe as you're dying
When we're crying
"Kill the King."
Let the dark star rise up tonight
Give a f..ck who is wrong, who is right
The blood is running cold, across the sky
The darkness begins, the beast is alive
Kill the King
With a enourmous plight, we drive stakes through your
wrist now
Nailed down with iron spikes, we do lift your cross
Straight up towards the sky
"My King, where are you now?"
"Perform a miracle" - Let death resign it's power
We swing the hammer, swing every strike
And with each single strike we burn your bridges down,
one by one
Sun disappears now from noon until the night
We give a damn about, about who is wrong and who is
right
Yes, we witness your throe as you're dying
When we're crying
"Kill the King."
Let the dark star rise up tonight
Give a f..ck who is wrong, who is right
The blood is running cold, across the sky
The darkness begins, the beast is alive
Kill the King
