The king

How can you stand this mortification of the flesh?
For your God you have given every piece of you there is left
Led into this world to forsake your sons
Leading your people from a Throne that should burden none

Yet you are King or Kings, that have been sent by Heaven
Sent to keep these people of deceit to fall on their hands and knees

Kneel before the King, Before you feel these hand's might

Kneel before the King, As he commands you to

Kneel before the King, As you march into sacred land

Kneel before the King, Bow down

A King with this crooked nose, sits on his crooked Throne
Awaiting to condemn the foes of the crown
With this crooked crown he smiles down
Upon these people who brought him into this war
For he will destroy everyone, by God's hand, I promise you he will
For never has the Son of David ever fallen to his knees
Never will this man fall to his knees, for the people he leads
For never will this man be anything like you

So send me into this war, I shall die serving you