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With wickedness at hand

A grasp of solidarity

This vile spewing out

Spilling into all kinds of decay

Rake the cold lands of bones from the weak

A wisp of foolishness

And of possible peace

There's no God no life

Bear no taste of love

Beware of death's glare

Delivering despair

Clutching you last air

Enticing yet I see only compromising

Horrendously hate filled

Bear black crown

ON YOUR KNEES!

Lest ye be bludgeoned to kneel

Bear black gown

SWEAR TO THEE!

Lest ye be slaughtered and slain

Take this land, its innocence

Break it down

Pummeled to dust with the sledge

Take this haunting walk with me

Broken backs from the lashings he's laid

Anguish at last

With a tormenting hollow gaze

There's no help nothing

There's no peace to keep

Writhing and moaning

The snapping of bones break

Rewarded with nothing

Lifelessness binds to us

Dismay is tied throughout

Agony reigns relief

Bear black crown

ON YOUR KNEES!

Lest ye be bludgeoned to kneel

Bear black gowns

SWEAR TO THEE!

Lest ye be slaughtered and slain

A wicked man chosen to impose wrath

Upon the helpless mass

With all his wealth and class

Take the land and break it down

Pummeled to dust with the sledge

Just like the rest

Take this dreadful stroll and see

This spiteful crown

It bleeds away everything

This spiteful crown

This foolish catastrophe

This spiteful crown

Disgusting in every way

This spiteful crown

It’s dastardly, appalling