Cast dread to sever ties

Enslave to crush the force

Incensed by the wretched few that feeds the beast in all of us

Long lost the blinded faith- Far gone the common ground

Forewarned of this cold wind - still caution drowns in the dark of night

Here lies our King of Kings

Succumb to rot

Quartered and stoned

Witness the judgment beckoned

Far across the fall has come

The crows of black will seize the throne

Behold these splintered lines of steel each on a path their own

The blur is all we see; Yet firm we lay in our own filth

Release the dragons fire to bring the kingdom to its knees

Here lies our King of Kings

Succumb to rot

Quartered and stoned

Witness the judgment beckoned

Now Beckoned - Our sentence

Bring the kingdom to its knees

We set fire to the reigns

For one – A personal reckoning

For one of the least of these

A death swarm for our personal reckoning