It was a time of noble blood black from the ground it would flow through their veins songs of an abundant universe would dance on the tongues of both peasant and king
But when the fires burn out, will they wear the same chains?
Arise - they deck themselves in furs soon to forget what was what yesterday and wars will seek forever more slaves for the slaves that are freed from their slavery
But when the fires burn out, who will wear the slave chains?
A fisherman in Finland tell the story of a king who set upon mother nature every living thing dressed in peasant clothes and love within his heart he sought to place a crown upon the salt of all the earth
He saw a peasant leading his horse and asked him this question: Do you know of a land where the sun always shines and the grass is so green it's like living a dream
''Over the hills over the seas only through the curtain of death lie our riches and there alone''
The king dressed as a peasant know he could better all gods and spoke of a salvation on the plains of middle earth over the hills over the seas is your destiny where wheels do turn as darkness burns and black blood carry thee laughing at gods they rode away into the wonderland where all was in abundance and all like them were crowned the horse rode with his peasant king beside him in the trap the straw was gold the lights burned strong they never once looked back
The weight of ages borrowed would now need paying back the peasant king threw down his crown and turned back to his land
But his horse was fucking useless and thought itself a king so to get them back he took up the slack and pulled the trap himself
Passing... motionless carts human and horse skeletons in furs equally willing the reins to move them along.