Why do you run oh ancient one, Are you caught up in her fate? All the gold is gone. No food upon our plate.
Dancing on the dragons breath. Walking in the wind. You should know there's nothing left. No money left to spend.
Once a jester, fat and filled by the kingdoms name. For with my dudies to attend. Yet nothing will be the same. If I don't pick up arms to defend.
The name of the king, Our majesty full of grace. In your broke kingdom, do you feel out of place?
Hide behind the retoric, you like to play the game. Pick up your big stick. Try and beat your way to fame.
Servant's all, the colapse Near to our troubled end. Soon the fall, Perhaps with nothing left, we'll have to begin again.
I watched the angry crowd slowly taking control. The end of an era. The broke kingdom somthing to behold. Now the king beheaded, I run and hide in fear.
I just a jester. but loyal to the king. That is clear. So now in a swarm. Violence yet to fester, born in fear. Die the kingdom's molester.
And as with all broke kingdoms remember soon the end. All of your struggle,the kingdom take blame. Greed be your sin.
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