once there was a sword stuck inside a stonestanding in a lake standing all alonethe sword was excailbur who freed it would be kingand from miles around the people it did bringeach one tried to move it but it was far to tightthen suddenly from nowhere there appeared a knightin a suit of armour that gave off such a glowso he decided he would have agothen he pushed and pulled and gave a little groanthen realeased the sword and freed it from the stonethe people they were happy and they began to singnow they had the sword and also had a king

Hearts of gold, hearts of stoneThe weight is heavy upon thy throneTo speak of truth, to speak of liesTo hear the God-forsaken criesTime is here, the time is nowNo one wonders where or howBirth creates, as Death destroysWe can't ignore semantic noise