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There he lay in death’s bed

Losing coherence and cognition

Until only madness remained

Lay this weary sovereign to rest

With his final breath

An eerie peace fell over the land

But still haunting echoes of unrest

Pierced the silence

Like the choke of wailing swans

There is always another cross to bear scorn

Another soul to fall reproached and ostracized

Even with all said and done

It takes more than blood to sate

This edacious decrying horde

These halls resound cruel sentiments

Amongst the mourning cries

Like the choke of wailing swans

So heralds another day that will pass

An anti-martyr will turn to dust

If we relinquish his name

These halls resounding no more sentiments

In suffocating silence

So lays this dismal lament to rest