Once in the land of black and white,
There were destined to be two kings.
Happened to be opposites of what the shadows used to sing.
The royalty was in their veins and the scars were theirs to show
But then someone would dawn upon another, that is a mystery we had to know.
The era was broken and so were their minds,
Being opposites seldom show similarities.
Because a proud mind can be easily corrupted,
With the concept of differences and duality.
The days came near and the nights went black,
There was nothing but alarming fire,
The devil would howl in the wind as we could sense the king's desire.
He drove himself to the road to insane, where destiny was blinded by the light
The sense of truce was far begone and the lightening caused the mighty fright.
It was the war of riches that the poor fought,
One had to win the war.
Because they pledged their loyalty to the knight who wasn't in a shining armour.
Once the war tends to roar, every sound became a little calmer.
There was chaos in the blood, and solitude with the resting dead
The mirrors seem to fade in comparison to the swords that have been painted red.
I pity the fools who march to kill, the world has lost its will to live,
When all one has to do is survive, with each breathe we take, there is a toll that we give.
But what does the king have to do? Sit there on the throne with his ass going numb.
I guess this is what we call "kingdom come"
All the knights, the rooks, the bishops, the pawns have lost their souls
Before the cries of the death even surrounded this place
I guess this is what we call selling the soul to the devil,
He has more than one face,
The cries were over now, the calm was found in the chaos and misery
The pawns bled to death, hope to be written as great in history,
This doesn't happen, none of it will ever exist,
Because the good were killed first, and evil still persists,
The dead march to our minds and scream. And take our souls,
Our cries turn into whispers, as our body loses control
The war took all and gave none, we lost our pride there.
The war is won by the demon and blood of the innocent was to bear.
There were destined to be two kings.
Happened to be opposites of what the shadows used to sing.
The royalty was in their veins and the scars were theirs to show
But then someone would dawn upon another, that is a mystery we had to know.
The era was broken and so were their minds,
Being opposites seldom show similarities.
Because a proud mind can be easily corrupted,
With the concept of differences and duality.
The days came near and the nights went black,
There was nothing but alarming fire,
The devil would howl in the wind as we could sense the king's desire.
He drove himself to the road to insane, where destiny was blinded by the light
The sense of truce was far begone and the lightening caused the mighty fright.
It was the war of riches that the poor fought,
One had to win the war.
Because they pledged their loyalty to the knight who wasn't in a shining armour.
Once the war tends to roar, every sound became a little calmer.
There was chaos in the blood, and solitude with the resting dead
The mirrors seem to fade in comparison to the swords that have been painted red.
I pity the fools who march to kill, the world has lost its will to live,
When all one has to do is survive, with each breathe we take, there is a toll that we give.
But what does the king have to do? Sit there on the throne with his ass going numb.
I guess this is what we call "kingdom come"
All the knights, the rooks, the bishops, the pawns have lost their souls
Before the cries of the death even surrounded this place
I guess this is what we call selling the soul to the devil,
He has more than one face,
The cries were over now, the calm was found in the chaos and misery
The pawns bled to death, hope to be written as great in history,
This doesn't happen, none of it will ever exist,
Because the good were killed first, and evil still persists,
The dead march to our minds and scream. And take our souls,
Our cries turn into whispers, as our body loses control
The war took all and gave none, we lost our pride there.
The war is won by the demon and blood of the innocent was to bear.
