although i detest those that do nothing but post lyrics to convey thought; it is too fitting to let slide past this time...
Ritchie Blackmore's Rainbow - Kill The King
Danger, danger the Queen's about to kill || There's a stranger, stranger and life about to spill || Oh no move me out of harm || I need a spell and a charm || Fly like the wind || I'm no pawn, so be gone, speed on and on || Kill the King || Tear him down
Chorus: Kill the King || Strike him down
Power, power it happens every day || Power, devour all along the way || Oh no move me out of harm || I need a spell and a charm || Fly like the wind || I'm no pawn, so be gone, speed on and on || Kill the King
Treason, treason, the spectre looms again || Treason, reason, the realm is safe and then || Oh no move away from harm || I need a spell and a charm || Fly like the rainbow ||
I'm no pawn, so be gone, speed on and on ||
Chorus: Kill the King || Tear him down || Kill the King || Got to take his crown
Kill the King || He'll rule no more || Strike him dead || The people roar || Kill the King || Take his head || Down, down, down, down || Oh, kill, oh, kill, oh, oh
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REX EST MOREM. EXPELULIERUNT AB LOCO HOC EIUS CORPIS ET NUNC IN BUSTUM EUM SALTANT. REX EST NUNC VERE MOREM.
So just like that its over i suppose. the king was finnally overrun, the vandals have sacralized his home, and they roll the body off the thrown. let his blood be water in which they wash their feet, for now the king is dead. killed by those that feared him most, yet desired all that he had accomplished. there was no revenge, no anger as motive; just desire. longing for the possessions aquired by a lifetime of service; but wanted overnight. now they dance and desecrate his halls. they loot and pillage, parade around in his wears, and wallow in what was his opulence; reducing its memory to degernerate filth. his measure of the rule of law has been shattered, and replaced with their crooked spite and waivering forms of truth and intruth. chasing away all lasting remnants of his kingdom, they have forced his family and advisors into exile; but not in shame! no, they know the true ways in which this king served his people, and they left in respect to him and his honor; no longer wishing to watch what will become of thier work. the work of pride, now becomes the kingdom of shame. the king is dead. for they have killed him. one day he may rise again, to take back his land, to liberate his people, and again restore the glory of the kingship. but now he is truely dead, long live the king in our memory.
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