NAPIERDALAĆ - DRUMS OF WAR Lyrics

As the King returns to his loyal consort
And he tells the tale of his last resort
A veil of grief restrained his wits that knew
That his wife would grieve till her mind adieu

Sickened with grief by the facts she knew
To legislate her way till the pain withdrew
"Those who breed without God" she sang
And her first victims were peasants to hang

The palace walls bled as its love vowed dead
And she bled her tears onto the sickly bed
The rapetious thoughts bought her inner decline
As she fixed all bent in the name of divine
As the necks snapped frail and the bodies were hanged
The fires would light and the people would rise
As the crowds would bang on the drums of war
The people of her lands would evict their princess whore

As the King returns to his maddened consort
He retells the night of his love deport
Their marriage was raped by the hells of war
And their kingdom raped by the rules of law

The palace walls bled as its love vowed dead
And she bled her tears onto the sickly bed
The rapetious thoughts bought her inner decline
As she fixed all bent in the name of divine
As the necks snapped frail and the bodies were hanged
The fires would light and the people would rise
As the crowds would bang on the drums of war
The people of her lands would evict their princess whore