THE KING

Barely a king, just a boy with a crown
He looked at the cross and then he looked down
Suffering in a barely audible sound
Lucid sweat before the battle ground

Plagued with feuds that were his forefather's
Keeping heads of traitors and praising of martyrs
Holy war and tents of linen
Loin cloth from the beginning

He doesn't wanna kill a man
He doesn't wanna kill a man
He doesn't wanna kill a man
I don't wanna kill a man

I don't wanna kill a man



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