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Crooked Kings

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Run from this place
The fight has just begun
Move with a swift pace..
To save your self from blood and stains

Phantoms of the night
Are running on the street
And we wait for daylight
To save our self from defeat

We are the Crooked Kings
And you are the victim
Of your own fate
And we are the one
Who were born with a gun
To save our blood and state

Death lays his filthy hands on our crown
So that we can stumble down
But this courage will never fade
With a dusty scythe and spade

Every scar that we have
Teach us how to be brave
No one care if they killed the pope
They have no armours against our hope

We are Crooked Kings
The ghost of the night
We are the substantial things
To start a revolution for our rights

We are the broken,We are the choke
We are the fallen, We are the beaten

But now we are awaken from our sleep
And we will fight till we bury them
In the ground Five foot deep



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