The
dark lord growls
In
his dark castle he walks
The
knights feel his raw threats
They
stand still trembling in their minds
The
sweeping reforms
The
tenants and subjects fly
Living
under his protection
He
only taxes more and more
“What
to these people want?
In
this dark wall they live in peace
No
outsiders dare to break through
They
will be crushed before they reach here!”
Holding
the booklet of demands
His
eyes turning red and in fury
“They
want democracy?
In
my kingdom and protection?!”
The
dark lord peeps
High
on his dark castle he stands
The
valley of the settlers
“You
are the ungrateful lot!”
The
people listen
Passing
words around
“He
is losing his ground
We
have to stand united!”
The
morning sun
Parading
the gloomy clouds
The
patches of white and blue
The
dark lord feeling gloomy
His
knights in full armour
Assembled
at the forecourt
Lances
and horses all ready to march
“What
the hell are you all doing?”
The
dark lord growls
The
knights stand still
“Return
to your post
And
close the big gate now!”
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