Hear my kings roar In humility be adept
In all directions His message has been sent
‘His fort can never be breached
But the blest can reach his feet’
Deceiving thieves, cloaked bandits
Gruesome thugs and clergy
Shall all fall before his Calvary
Treason to those who are afar
From the gates of His sanctuary
The thief’s lack faith
And carry a locket of hate
Their talisman is despair
Death kisses their face
And hangs from their hair
The clergy on their tongues
Preach God is source of purity
In their hearts they regard
God as their own property
They condemn ancient pagan
Rituals of human sacrifice
Then instruct their own
To kill with guns and knifes
In ink they read Gods name
In blood they write the same
See and you shall understand
The Thief is the dagger
But the clergy is indeed the hand
