The
dark lord
Open
the gates
Let
the peasants arrive
But
he also closes
The
entrance of escape
He
wants to look good
The
helper of the weak
He
isn't of that kind
He
goes by the back door
The
glory he thinks he has
He
wants to taste blood
Behind
the cloak of his life
He
doesn't tell the truth
The
peasants be his supply
Giving
him the long time
The
dark lord laughs
In
the darkness castle he dwells
The
dark shadow walks
The
side kicks run along
Afraid
to lose it all
But
the lord of light
He
isn't smiling or laughing
He
sends down his bolt of lights
Open
the darkness
The
dark lord screams and dies
The
peasants run out
Screaming
loud in the night
Some
kneel down to pray
For
the lives they escape
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