Empty Kingdom Songtext
von Keen Garrity
Empty Kingdom Songtext
I′ve been dancing to some dirges, banging on a bleak drum
I've been heralding the scourges of an empty kingdom
I′ve been singing of the siege and banging on a bleak drum
I've been heckling the legions, trying not to feed them
Rattled off a census to an empty court
Counted all the vermin but still came up short
I've been hacking at a bad knave, banging on a bleak drum
I′ve been raving about the old ways to an empty kingdom
What a blow for every living thing
A land of woe, and baby I′m the king
We're running docks when there′s roiling in the seas and all our stock
Is sinking
Oh, believe me
I've been weeping with the big sores, banging on a bleak drum
I′ve been keeping all the sick scores in this empty kingdom
Such a blow to every little thing
A land of woe, and baby I'm the king
We run amuck when the oil bears a sheen on all our crops
And strike a match, ignite the rot
The seer spoke
And the matrons cried
And the taster choked
And the gallows yawned wide
Crumpled on the throne and left bereft of pride
Don′t need no walls when the mob has robbed the vault from inside
Inside, inside
You've heard I've been dancing to a sick tune banging on a bleak drum
Word is it′s time to lance the big dudes in this empty kingdom
Cause I′ve been cackling with the jester, sent him to a bad death
I allowed the barbs to fester and cursed him with my last breath
Such a foe to every living thing
A land of woe, and baby I'm the king
All aglow with the boiling and the sting while all our flock
Is fleeing, oh, believe me
I've been heralding the scourges of an empty kingdom
I′ve been singing of the siege and banging on a bleak drum
I've been heckling the legions, trying not to feed them
Rattled off a census to an empty court
Counted all the vermin but still came up short
I've been hacking at a bad knave, banging on a bleak drum
I′ve been raving about the old ways to an empty kingdom
What a blow for every living thing
A land of woe, and baby I′m the king
We're running docks when there′s roiling in the seas and all our stock
Is sinking
Oh, believe me
I've been weeping with the big sores, banging on a bleak drum
I′ve been keeping all the sick scores in this empty kingdom
Such a blow to every little thing
A land of woe, and baby I'm the king
We run amuck when the oil bears a sheen on all our crops
And strike a match, ignite the rot
The seer spoke
And the matrons cried
And the taster choked
And the gallows yawned wide
Crumpled on the throne and left bereft of pride
Don′t need no walls when the mob has robbed the vault from inside
Inside, inside
You've heard I've been dancing to a sick tune banging on a bleak drum
Word is it′s time to lance the big dudes in this empty kingdom
Cause I′ve been cackling with the jester, sent him to a bad death
I allowed the barbs to fester and cursed him with my last breath
Such a foe to every living thing
A land of woe, and baby I'm the king
All aglow with the boiling and the sting while all our flock
Is fleeing, oh, believe me
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