Kill the King - Herman Frank

Give you thirty-nine lashes

With a sharp-pronged whip

You’ve lost your legions might

Your folk is knelt and worn

Now let the barbs sink in

Each full of misery

Shine with our unions light

Watch your bloody skin peel

We are the witness of your ordeal

We burned your bridges down

You were raised upon death and scorn

We are the sons of your fertile land forlorn

We place our sins on your head, your new crown

Made of thorns — Yes, we witness your throe

As you’re dying

When we’re crying

«Kill the King»

Let the dark star rise up tonight

Give a damn who is wrong

Who is right

The blood is running cold, across the sky

The darkness begins, the beast is alive

Kill the king

With enormous plight

We drive stakes through your wrist now

Nailed down with iron spikes, we do lift your

Cross, straight up towards the sky

«My king, where are you now?»

«Perform a miracle» let death resign it’s power

We swing the hammer, swing every strike

And with each single strike

We burn your bridges down, one by one

Sun disappears now from noon until the night

We give a fuck about

About who is wrong and who is right