His death came fast, in the winter of last
Where the bells rang strong, with the Miller’s song
Hated by so many, yet known by so few
It was a mix of life and fiction
He had a name that you once knew
He called out, called out, called out, sons!
No one will mourn, no one will cry
Now that the icon has died
No one will mourn, no one will cry
At the death of the swine
Hated by so many, yet known by so few
It was a mix of life and fiction
He had a name that you once knew
He was the worst in all of us
We met a rotting soul, at best
Laid his words in gold
Now we lay his name to rest!
Lay his name to rest!
The swine!
Made from the fragments of kings!
Death of the swine His death came fast, in the winter of last Where the bells rang strong, with the Miller’s song Hated by so many, yet known by so few It was a mix of life and fiction He had a name that you once knew He called out, called out, called out, sons! No one will mourn, no one will cry Now that the icon has died No one will mourn, no one will cry At the death of the swine Hated by so many, yet known by so few It was a mix of life and fiction He had a name that you once knew He was the worst in all of us We met a rotting soul, at best Laid his words in gold Now we lay his name to rest! Lay his name to rest! The swine! Made from the fragments of kings! Explain Request ×
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