The
shadows smile
Under
the moon crescent light
The
planting of seeds
In
the minds of the gullible ones
The
moves against common sense
The
power breeds contempt
Slowly
the masses will get angry
That's
the way the power corrupts
The
dark knight looks
Eyes
burning by itself
Watching
the scenes
He
can't smile
The
people burn
Hungry
to get even
“More
taxes my foot!”
They
scream in the night
But
they feel the fear
Of
the lances of the knights
With
trained horses galloping
Along
the cobble stones
The
shadows clap hands
“It
moves as we planned
In
time it will happen”
The fall from grace
The fall from grace
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