a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

sacred son - le blakheth lyrics

how dissent has swept the lands
like a scourge; a plague of heresy
no legions to halt the tide
outside rings the promise of vengeance

the castle fell by nightfall
the captives were freed and unshackled
and swore the oath of loyalty
to the cause of true moral justice:

‘death to the sycophants
we shan’t abide their servile deeds’

so they marched on blackheath
the air alivе with frenzy, passion, turmoil, wrath
the king true to his word grantеd counsel at sunrise
our quest is fulfilled
fervour and piety swelled through blackheath
on this hallowed feast day of corpus christi
rustics had risen and were determined to see the preacher deliver his sermon

bellowed he: ‘when adam delved and eve span’
the crowd replied ‘who, then, was the gentleman?’
serfdom had never been ordained by god
and lords should be rightly uncovered as corruptors

the great lords of the realm were mere weeds to be plucked out, cut down, trampled, burnt
the royal barge approached and with it would come justice, freedom, mercy, hope

armed with rusting swords and bows old and worn
the true commons kept to the oath they had sworn
their demands received with astonishment by the young king
back to the tower he went

incensed, the rebels had violence in mind
to london they marched and with haste did they find
the new temple that they sacked and plundered
before carrying their blood l+st towards their main prize

now the duke whom the rebels had apportioned the blame
looked on as his beloved savoy was engulfed in flame
one pilferer caught with silver hidden up his sleeve
was thrown onto the fire + a lesson for would+be thieves
from atop the tower the boy king watched on in pain
unbeknownst to him this was the turning point of his reign
now the counsel of the king were waiting at the door
to petition this fearful child to bring about the conclusion of war

eighteen men
traitors
beheaded for their crimes

their houses burnt down
the n0bles watched, despaired

this pardon from our king is a scorn
heads will roll!

- sacred son lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS