Kings

A king does not kneel before another king. We are the equals above only the common rabble. When we are out and we are seen… The children they write and they sing. The women they ever seek our ring. The eagles they slow the flapping of their wing. For we are the kings. Our armies they stand. Our armies they claim our land. Every grain of our sand. For we are the kings. We are the kings, we do not slay our own. We all have assassin’s, their daggers all shone. But we do not raise a threat ourselves alone. For we are the kings. Our power is great. Our mind is not second rate. The rabble outside the gate can wait. The servants inside the gate will not be late. For we are the kings. Our children, Our women, Our eagles. Our land, Our sand. Our Assassins, our rabble, our servants, our gates. We own them all. We are great. For we are the kings.