Favored men
Ride gallant horses
With silver buckles
And shiny hooves
Our brothers
Shackled to them
Bound with
Nothing left to lose
Our wives
pay redemption
Our children
scratch and peck
It's time for this
beast of man
To take his master
by the neck
Blow the royal trumpet
Wake the hills with brassy sound
The birds of prey will eat tonight
We're having king by the pound
Bloody screams
circle wide
The circus
shakes the ground
Roaring men
with phantom tigers
Race upon
The mighty crown
Steely swords
without surrender
Part men
from their parade
And slash
with desperation
As the impostor
fell on the blade
Blow the royal trumpet
Wake the hills with brassy sound
The birds of prey will eat tonight
We're having king by the pound