Letras
The truth has been stretched across bitter tongues
Translation
an exaggeration in the craft
a means to disqualify contenders
who compete through the pillars ring
The guilty shall live beneath feet in salt box embrace
There's a screever in our midst
poisoning the breast from which foundations drink
There is a screever in our midst
There is a screever in our midst!
Ready the hounds, the hunt is on
catch our prey with pages archived
Forged, the signatures loose their credibility
Sweet fiction tasted to spoil the city
using the words kings would never hear
Treason! a sly little fox indeed...
Why dear advocate have you deceived me your ally?
What treasures promised were not enough?
Competition is the game and sabotage the advantage
your library seduces thy pockets for the throne I desire
With the monarchy by thy side and the vanguard behind
I shall claim the paramount crown of old
and my reign will be praised upon infinite tusks
for I am king
these my hands that built the pillars that hold the sky
and my dominance never to be questioned by screevers in our midst.