You said you wanted to see violence
You said you wanted to be saved
Now that the riders seek asylum
All your promises go stale
You got the darkness on a wire
You got your servants on a string
Now you make sure you keep a clear sight
The king is dead and so we sing
Oh no your silence
Oh no your stone cold lie
Oh no your highness
Your praying is idle
Now that we're safe we keep an eye out
We set a guard and go to sleep
There's no one left except the wise men
Their word is just and ours to keep
Oh no your silence
Oh no your stone cold lie
Oh no your highness
Your praying is idle

INVIA LE CORREZIONI