The flags contort and distort
In the air
Writhing in the wind
Nations proud, lie
Humbled at their knees
What is done in the dark
Shall be brought to the light
In full view and truth
The flags contort and distort
In the air
Writhing in the wind
Nations proud, lie
Humbled at their knees
What is done in the dark
Shall be brought to the light
In full view and truth
I’m drunk off it
What I tell her to do
She’ll listen
Spread the legs
At the snap of a finger
Same as him
At the command of my voice
He’ll murder a man
For a mere bruise
And if you look at it a certain way
These are the foundations of a country
Coming into birth
With me at the helm
Come to praise the king
To kneel and kiss his ring
God wills it
And so does his wards
Holding halberds behind
Gleaming in their kings light
My kings light
That burns me
My country, my people, alight
As I take the knee