The King Is Dead

Down on your knees
Begging them please
But there's no getting round them
They pulling you down
Grinning a frown
Still you welcome them in

Oh, twisting and turning
Your head is on fire
You're burning
Over the edge
Tell me where does it end
No one can save you
You're out on a bend

The best of our years
Faded away
Her Majesty lost her senses
The King is dead
Bring me his head
She will bury us all

This is the end of our days
This is the edge of the night
Black waters
Red rivers
Raining fire

This is the end of our days
This is the edge of the night
Black waters
Red rivers
Black waters
Red rivers

This is the end of our days
This is the edge of the night
Black waters
Red rivers
Raining fire

This is the end of our days
This is the edge of the night
Black waters
Red rivers
Black waters
Red rivers

This is the end of our days
This is the edge of the night
Black waters
Red rivers
Raining fire

This is the end of our days
This is the edge of the night
Black waters
Red rivers
Black waters
Red rivers



Credits
Writer(s): Arve Isdal, Thomas Tofthagen, Espen Lien, Torkjell Rod, Kjetil Greve
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