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The last reign
Your kingdom is left laid to waste
The people who bowed to you
The families that they grew
All dead
Your crops and fields are all burned to the ground
The land is salted
Your trusted men were first to turn on you
Only later did the rest of the kingdom follow
It's hard believing it, I know
The people who held closest to you
Were the ones you should have kept distant
And the people distant to you, you should have kept close
Your rule is over
Your wife, your children are all dead
Laying to waste
In the hell you created on land
Good intentions
Struck down by power
Now you wonder if all that power was worth its weight it gold
All the things you've gone used to are gone
No one is around to give you sympathy
And the lands you ruled
The ones you let burn away, just for your very own hold on nothing
Won't even show you sympathy
You gave everything you could have had
And now have to walk through the remnants of your mind
Head now burning
Stomach churning
Take the blade
You have strapped to your waist
And end it now
One last look up
Before you fall to the ground
The blood pours all around
While your beloved kingdom continues its burn to the ground
The people who bowed to you
The families that they grew
All dead
Your crops and fields are all burned to the ground
The land is salted
Your trusted men were first to turn on you
Only later did the rest of the kingdom follow
It's hard believing it, I know
The people who held closest to you
Were the ones you should have kept distant
And the people distant to you, you should have kept close
Your rule is over
Your wife, your children are all dead
Laying to waste
In the hell you created on land
Good intentions
Struck down by power
Now you wonder if all that power was worth its weight it gold
All the things you've gone used to are gone
No one is around to give you sympathy
And the lands you ruled
The ones you let burn away, just for your very own hold on nothing
Won't even show you sympathy
You gave everything you could have had
And now have to walk through the remnants of your mind
Head now burning
Stomach churning
Take the blade
You have strapped to your waist
And end it now
One last look up
Before you fall to the ground
The blood pours all around
While your beloved kingdom continues its burn to the ground
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