Bulbeater - Take the Throne

The castle on the rock
Will surely fall to dust
The prince will be the king
And the king will surely lust
For the old forgotten things
The puppet pulls the strings

Out on the moors things will take their course
The peasants in the mud and the king is on the horse
The dark before the dawn
The motion of the pawn
All alone
Take the throne
The throne
The throne

The dead of night
The cold moonlight
The gold you love
The hole you dug
Price on your head
Hands soaked in blood
Lying in wait
For your pious judge

Take the throne
The throne
The throne

Written by:
Bryn Davies, James Ramsbottom, Sam Hartley

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