Silas J. Dirge - Tales of Woe

Crippled King

I have ruled with iron hand
There ain't much I did not ban
But I fear that dawn is near
And a rising at hand

It's despair this kingdom bleeds
And my servants who've tended to my needs
Fight the urge to sing their dirge
These are signs you see

Anger expelled me, made me flee
Living in wealth brought me to my knees
Strapped and tortured, stripped from my fortunes
And put in penitentiary

Hear my broken muttering
Stowed away I quietly sing
All hail
Your crippled king

Now there's a new king called anarchy
His reign is painless but weakening steadily
On the shore of a civil war
I await their call for me

All hail
All hail

Now I'm back with iron fist
Trials so foul you wouldn't believe existed
Now pray and hope as I take this rope
With which you bound my wrists

This is the day of reckoning
I'll make you feel my sting
All hail
Your crippled king

All hail
All hail
All hail
All hail

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Writer(s): Jan Kooiker
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