TONGUE OF A TRAITOR

To go where pretenders go,
to know lowly kings,
we would kiss goodbye our beloveds,
and golden rings.

To see what usurpers see,
to read a decree,
we would give our souls if we had them,
and happily.

Sooner or later, they’ll have your crown, they’ll cut you down with the
tongue of a traitor, just look around, this aint yer town no more.
It seems like another place, it feels like a dream,
waking up, it aint such a nightmare as it would seem.

They crawl and claw until they fall into a mask of dignity,
then live like deceivers still.
When they fall, I hope they fall into glory,
but I don’t believe it, I don’t believe they will.

Sooner or later, they’ll have your crown, they’ll cut you down with the
tongue of a traitor, the town you knew, is drowned beneath the blue.
So flow with the knowing tide, and go where you may,
sink or swim the unfortunate fathoms, or drift away.

They might fall, they might find glory.
I don’t believe they will.

LORDS THEME

The Lords have a tradition to raise a sacred light,
to sing about the time our elders called Eternal Night.
The ancient throne was empty, a power vacuum formed,
when cutting throats in bloody moats and chaos was the norm.

Oh, the dead and dying
under the moonlight were laid.
The streets were paved with the bones of the brave,
betrayed by bastards, pretenders and gnaves.

George and the Lords, what are we fighting for anyway?
George and the Lords, who are we dying for?
George and the Lords, what's worth uniting for anyway?
George and the Lords, who are we crying for?

Just as all was hopeless, an underdog appeared
to lead the way to better days and free us of our fears.
We crawled out from the shadows, a humbled humankind,
we won't forget the lessons of the mess we left behind.

Oh, the scene was stumbling,
no one did nothing but bleed.
Our queen came home and took the ancient throne,
That woman saved us when no man could lead.

George and the Lords, what are we fighting for anyway?
George and the Lords, who are we dying for?
George and the Lords, what's worth uniting for anyway?
George and the Lords, who are we crying for?

Our queen.