Kings

 Our faith is our test,
Whether to a god,
Or to our kin,
And ourselves.

I am scared to yield,
To an unthinkable future,
But I'm fearful of fighting,
All on my own.

Stand along side me and we'll march on.

And we could be Kings,
Of our own kind,
A blessing or a curse?
Beacon of hope,
Siren of death.

Our faith is our shield,
Compliments of love,
And inner strength,

My faith is in you,
My dearest friend,
Stand with me now,
And we'll march forward,

We could be Kings,
Of our own kind,
A blessing or a curse?
Beacon of hope,
Siren of death,
Shall we be Kings?
Shall we be leaders?
Lead them over the hills,
As a beacon of hope,
Or a siren of death?