There is a throne funded by Misery and desolation . A crown rise from the bleeding of this earth . Where live and suffering worship it's greatness . Enrichment through hunger and empowerment through fear Preying their own people drowning them in this utopic Freedom . Men confront each other chanting in Kings name . Behold!. The Black King! Golden crosses nailed into this generous soil Are the reflections of their green and ambition . Souls in sorrow searching for hope Under a sun cover by shadows and pain. Cries and screams for the joy of his immortality it's the Black King . And under his crown this land bleeds to death . Preying their own people . Drowning ther in this utopic freedom