From a Lion of Gold

The time is upon me the shaman in gold
summon the old to raise the new
my will be their breathe
So sharpen the the ready
seduce the late
for you will want be on the winning team
Awaken sleeping elders for it is our turn to dance
a game of dagger’s deceit to be judged
by ancient tongue
Shout at the open wounds and
mend them swiftly for it is time
holding our breath above our heads
for the arms never weary shall grasp high
Kingdom built so vast the walls can talk
Reciting the value to be paid in full
Awaken sleeping elders for it is our turn to dance
a game of dagger’s deceit to be judged
by ancient tongue
Kingdom built so vast the walls can talk
Reciting the value to be paid in full
the moon shall regurgitate quiet tonight
From a lion of gold consuming its prey
Fill fast in the fields where the monarchs are to play
Abrakadabra Alakazam
hear thee well the monarch to rise
wolves amongst sheep they’ll sleep on their toes
So it is written the throne to be mine
relinquishing arms to the feeding of shrines
By smoke and iron in cold speech the stewards to bow
for thee our king for thee
Kingdom built so vast the walls can talk
Reciting the value to be paid in full
the moon shall regurgitate quiet tonight
From a lion of gold consuming its prey
Fill fast in the fields where the monarchs are to play
Abrakadabra Alakazam
hear thee well the monarch to rise
wolves amongst sheep they’ll sleep on their toes
So it is written the throne to be mine
relinquishing arms to the feeding of shrines
By smoke and iron in cold speech the stewards to bow
for thee our king
For thee our king.