Kings of the Mud

We are the kings in cold metal rings
Surrounded and hounded and tattered and frayed
With bows on our strings, we race to the brink
And breathe in the dust of the bloody below

We are the kings
Of mud and of string
We are the kings
That no-one can own

We are the kings of mud and of string
And all of the things that no-one can own
To the ends of the earth, we battle and burn
We rage through the dust, the dust and the snow

Where we go (where we go)
Nobody knows (nobody knows)
Dust and dirt cloak our retreat
Where we go (where we go)
Nobody knows (nobody knows)
Swallowed by night-blackened earth

We are the kings in cold metal rings
Surrounded and hounded and tattered and frayed
With bows on our strings, we race to the brink
And breathe in the dust of the bloody below



Credits
Writer(s): Mark Raymond Stevens, Joe Bateman Gould, Gordon Richard Wallace
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