All I see is hurt,
Why is there so much thirst
For blood?
It\'s dripping down,
Like a never ending waterfall.
All must hail
The king,
They say.
The king who wants war,
Instead of peace.
I lay before you,
Can you hear my voice?
I\'m begging you,
Don\'t do this.
But he keeps ruling,
With his iron fist.