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Nigh is the hour when the bastards will pay

A billion coins won’t keep them safe

Their hoarded treasures become their doom

Palatial vaults made majestic tombs

Another day, another king

Another song my sword will sing

Let every ear hear its call

And know that every lord shall fall

Their cup runneth over as they watch our wells run dry

The time has come to reclaim the thrones

Whose builders sacrificed their bones

Tyrants bid all to take the knee

How many backs were broken for thee?

The price of pride is regicide

No tears are shed for the king who died

Let that be a warning then

For those who seek the crown again