The sceptre of servants
Swirls in the night
Leaving wake in the star speckled sky
As plucks for its strikee the stars they fall
One down
two down
three down
Fall They come to the stick of the beaten
It to they bring a poisonous light
Now from me please take this
And bear it with our shameful pride
The cross of the innocent
Bears not the weight to bring down
It ensures chains to make you fly
To soar in the black oil law
So again please take this ire from me  
Bear it as high as go it may
For once it's gone
Another day won't away
For here with you my treasure will stay