With wickedness at hand A grasp of solidarity This vile spewing out Spilling into all kinds of decay Rake the cold lands of bones from the weak A wisp of foolishness And of possible peace There's no God no life Bear no taste of love Beware of death's glare Delivering despair Clutching you last air Enticing yet I see only compromising Horrendously hate filled Bear black crown On your knees Lest ye be bludgeoned to kneel Bear black gown Swear to thee Lest ye be slaughtered and slain Take this land, its innocence Break it down Pummeled to dust with the sledge Take this haunting walk with me Broken backs from the lashings he's laid Anguish at last With a tormenting hollow gaze There's no help nothing There's no peace to keep Writhing and moaning The snapping of bones break Rewarded with nothing Lifelessness binds to us Dismay is tied throughout Agony reigns relief Bear black crown On your knees Lest ye be bludgeoned to kneel Bear black gowns Swear to thee Lest ye be slaughtered and slain A wicked man chosen to impose wrath Upon the helpless mass With all his wealth and class Take the land and break it down Pummeled to dust with the sledge Just like the rest Take this dreadful stroll and see This spiteful crown It bleeds away everything This spiteful crown This foolish catastrophe This spiteful crown Disgusting in every way This spiteful crown It's dastardly, appalling