There is a throne funded by Misery and desolation .
A crown rise from the bleeding of this earth .
Where live and suffering worship it's greatness .
Enrichment through hunger and empowerment through fear
Preying their own people drowning them in this utopic Freedom .
Men confront each other chanting in Kings name .
Behold!.
The Black King!
Golden crosses nailed into this generous soil
Are the reflections of their green and ambition .
Souls in sorrow searching for hope
Under a sun cover by shadows and pain.
Cries and screams for the joy of his immortality it's the Black King .
And under his crown this land bleeds to death .
Preying their own people .
Drowning ther in this utopic freedom