Peasants of a kings curse, the rats feed first Guilty until proven worth, the rats feed first Wither at the waters edge, the rats drink first Starving at the tables end, the rats feed first Men will never be free until the last king is dead Broken before a leader driven by greed Here at the rats table the kings feed first Time is an abyss and it's profound as a thousand nights Unearthing all it's corpses Humanity dies beneath a rotting sun