4.3.15

Weather - Royalty

Border to border
What's this disorder?!

Land to land
Blood mixed with the sand

Corner to corner
Blood falls from disorder!

From land to land
I can't withstand

You stand upon disgrace
I have no face
You own this place
I have no faith

This is mine, that is yours
You are the enemy with no remorse
War takes it's course
We are the soldiers with no war-force

Blood is yours, blood is mine
Blood will surely keep you blind
The sun does not shine, we're here to define
You are the enemy with no true mind
Give me your gold, I will decline
You are the one who talks but never replies
You are the beast with bloodshot eyes
I shall not submit or wear a disguise

Yours and mine
Not divine
You are the one who tries to defy
I am the one who tries to define

You pry on royalty
I deny royalty
So come and show your face to me

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