Far up above the Hills
Looking down the valley and his people
The King laid claim to the Land
He built a mighty Castle
With strong Walls and High Gates
He ruled over the poor peasants
Lorded over them
Got what he wanted
and all his sordid past is buried with him there.
We are tiny specks
Looking up the Monument
Of Greed and Plunder
And if the King were to rise from his Grave today
We Will bow our Heads
Respect for Brute force is ingrained in our Minds.
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