The
dark lord sits on his throne
A
commanding figure he poses
His
eyes staring straight ahead
Looking
at his black knights
Nobody
says a word
It's
only the breathing could be heard
Every
knight knows what will happen
When
the dark lord gets annoyed
He
breathes fire
He
destroys everything in sight
On
the field when he fights
The
dark lord never hide
Now
on his throne he waits
For
the knights to say.....
But
they dare not tell him
The
people are against his rule
So
they paint the picture
The
people are cultivating crops and defending rights
On
the outsiders beyond the borders
Defending
it with all their might
But
the dark lord knows
He
isn't popular in his domain
He
has no honest bone in his body
He
is wicked and corrupted as hell
The
people wait for time
Knowing
it will come soon
When
the outsiders storm the walls
There
will be the opportunity to strike
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