When the dark awaits the throne,
Though shall be it's arrival.
A right never crashes upon the wrong.
Never shall the country be it's rival.

The past rumours, all remains in ash,
But it's eyes remains on the Monarch.
The civilians will run for cash,
And the soldiers will March.

A mist of fear & scare shall remain,
When it walks in the city of empty roads.
Never shall you think yourself as main.
When it lurks in the crowd.

The ministers will enjoy it's wealth,
The poor will enjoy their labour.
Never shall a truth melt,
And the freedom shall never be our.

The dread upon the dread,
The lie upon the echoing voice.
The laws of the ancestor never read.
Never shall the happiness be your choice....