Nightcore The King ( Lyrics)

I did not owned this art Credit to the righteous owner The King, Song by Rosendale (Lyrics) There was a king Living carefree He wanted the world he wanted everything He ruled with a fist His people were starved He watched as they begged behind his castle guards Diamonds and pearls Emeralds and gold He bathed in the riches only he could know But with time came age His health in decline The fate of his legacy left to the tides So he ran to his queen and demanded a child Planted his seed then he cast her aside Several moons later she bore him a son But died just to give him his own flesh and blood Ooh Ooh The son grew like weeds He soon was eighteen He ventured outside of the castle to see The faces so gaunt The dead in the streets They cried out for help but nobody could hear Deep down inside him something had stirred He laughed at the ruins his father incurred