Blood of the Kings

It’s in our minds as we take the stage.
The memories of a bygone age.
An age of heroes, and age of kings.
An age of valour and enchanted rings.
A man was judged on the battlefield became a leader if he did not yield.
A traitor’d never stand against the storm, but now we got ‘em in uniform.

We’re descended from the blood of the kings.
We’re descended from the blood of the kings.
We’re descended from the blood of the kings.
We don’t back down to anything, or anyone.

We hold a pride in our history.
A memory of it used to be.
Before the traitors took the reigns.
Condemned our people to misery and pain.
However hard they try to grind us down.
Our nation’s spirit will never drown.
So take heed you evil ones.
One day your corruption will all be gone.

We’re descended from the blood of the kings.
We’re descended from the blood of the kings.
We’re descended from the blood of the kings.
We don’t back down to anything, or anyone.

For the blood of the martyrs.
The blood of the kings.
No surrender is the song we sing.
They try to gag us with their fucking laws, but all they are, are alien whores.
Paid for treason, against their own.
The stink of traitors always lingers on.
When we rise it’s their turn to hide.
We’ll smell their fear when it’s time to die.

We’re descended from the blood of the kings.
We’re descended from the blood of the kings.
We’re descended from the blood of the kings.
We don’t back down to anything, or anyone.