youtube/watch?v=1bJMxhvVf0o I used to role the dice, feel the fear in my enemies eyes. Listen as the crowd would sing now the old king is dead....long lived the king. One minute I held the key, next the walls closed on me. And I discovered that my castle stand upon pillows of salt and pillows of sand. It was a wicked and wild wind that blew down doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums people couldnt believe what I become. Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate. Just a puppet on a lonely string, who would ever want to be king.
Posted on: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 23:11:57 +0000
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