See what you're doing to your people See the trouble and grief You created To conserve your might, poor blind man who Killed millions of people
You only seem to be a good leader You disgust me
Corruption of all kings ! It seems to be recurrent Corruption of justice Power to dumb people !
You repulse me by hanging on to a power that is not yours You will soon be dethroned and murdered like a bastard For several months you haven't appeared in the media
You ordered your army to bomb our cities Killing your own brothers whitout any reason
Just to silence their anger against your corrupt government Who doesn't care ! who doesn't care about them
You steal all people whom you claim to be the sovereign And talk about honor and ideals to lull consciousnesses Aut now they have decided to rebel against this masquerade You hide behind your army
They will find you poor bastard Impious kings, it's time to leave ! What do you think will happen to you? This is the point of... no- re-turn This is the point of... no- re-turn
A people against their king, their oppressor, dictator, who cares, it's just the same
Prepare yourself to suffer Prepare yourself to feel a thousand people's vengeance Prepare yourself to say goodbye to your familly Prepare yourself to bite the dust Prepare yourself to enter the nightmare you've createdTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
