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Each court crowns a fool Some wear it too well I danced for his rule Now I rot in his cell A fool for the plot He praised me in jest But dead men still dance When denied their rest So I wait for a storm To darken the land Till cracks start to form Beneath his command Till the famine-worn tread With their torches held high To harvest the crumbs Of a banquet denied They carry my pain In the heat of their cry For the crown and the chain And a kingdom awry My cell starts to moan As the ramparts collapse They tear through the stone And free me at last I walk through the blaze As the palace combusts They gave me a stage Now revenge I shall ****** He begged for his life With tears on his cheek I offered my knife And let silence speak No need for a trial His crimes were well known So I asked with a smile Who had the last laugh
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Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 2:38 PM UTC
Dead Men Still Dance
Each court crowns a fool Some wear it too well I danced for his rule Now I rot in his cell A fool for the plot He praised me in jest But dead men still dance When denied their rest So I wait for a storm To darken the land Till cracks start to form Beneath his command Till the famine-worn tread With their torches held high To harvest the crumbs Of a banquet denied They carry my pain In the heat of their cry For the crown and the chain And a kingdom awry My cell starts to moan As the ramparts collapse They tear through the stone And free me at last I walk through the blaze As the palace combusts They gave me a stage Now revenge I shall ****** He begged for his life With tears on his cheek I offered my knife And let silence speak No need for a trial His crimes were well known So I asked with a smile Who had the last laugh
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Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 2:38 PM UTC
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