With wickedness at hand
A grasp of solidarity
This vile spewing out
Spilling into all kinds of decay
Rake the cold lands of bones from the weak
A wisp of foolishness
And of possible peace
There's no God no life
Bear no taste of love
Beware of death's glare
Delivering despair
Clutching you last air
Enticing yet I see only compromising
Horrendously hate filled
Bear black crown
On your knees
Lest ye be bludgeoned to kneel
Bear black gown
Swear to thee
Lest ye be slaughtered and slain
Take this land, its innocence
Break it down
Pummeled to dust with the sledge
Take this haunting walk with me
Broken backs from the lashings he's laid
Anguish at last
With a tormenting hollow gaze
There's no help nothing
There's no peace to keep
Writhing and moaning
The snapping of bones break
Rewarded with nothing
Lifelessness binds to us
Dismay is tied throughout
Agony reigns relief
Bear black crown
On your knees
Lest ye be bludgeoned to kneel
Bear black gowns
Swear to thee
Lest ye be slaughtered and slain
A wicked man chosen to impose wrath
Upon the helpless mass
With all his wealth and class
Take the land and break it down
Pummeled to dust with the sledge
Just like the rest
Take this dreadful stroll and see
This spiteful crown
It bleeds away everything
This spiteful crown
This foolish catastrophe
This spiteful crown
Disgusting in every way
This spiteful crown
It's dastardly, appalling