Songtexte A King Can Be Slain - Fyrce Muons

Greetings and praise
Slaves upon slaves upon slaves
Systems meant to keep us encapsulated in their cold trap
Their money knows
They produce on top
The peasants and the kings were there to rot
The kings are made
And the kings are unmade
And they are frightened of you

These are the days of kings
A king can be slain

The kings in their clothing
There is not a spot
The producers are the poverty lot
Rage with fools
Lightening since the days of the Mesopotamian kings
Priests with metal throngs
With spears forced to work the fields
The fields of steel and concrete and oil and metal
And everything else that is taken from the ground

From those that live there still go their lives
These are the days of kings
And a king can be slain
It's insane