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05 Kings of fear

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[Title: Kings of Fear] [Intro][a single picked accoustic guitar and bass] [low guitar drone, distant war siren] Before they take the throne they promise us the sun. When the crown is finally theirs the killing has begun. [Verse 1] Kings of every nation feeding on control. They build their walls of doctrine and poison every soul. They speak about protection while sending out the young. They write the laws of battle but never carry guns. They call it duty. They call it fate. They teach us who to fear and who to hate. [Pre-Chorus 1] The doctrine of fear is all they need. A frightened population is easy to lead. [Chorus] Kings of fear. Kings of flame. Always hiding behind a name. Kings of fear. Kings of war. They take our breath and ask for more. They never bleed. They never fall. They make the people pay for all. [Verse 2] They sit inside their palaces while cities disappear. They turn another tragedy into another year of fear. Poison in the speeches. Fire in the sky. They call it sacrifice when somebody else's children die. They live in paradise while graves are filled below. They count the dead as numbers and tell us victory grows. [Pre-Chorus 2] A war cannot be won when everybody pays. Only those who sell the weapons profit from the flames. [Chorus 2] Kings of fear. Kings of flame. Always hiding behind a name. Kings of fear. Kings of war. They take our breath and ask for more. They never bleed. They never fall. They make the people pay for all. [Bridge] [half-time breakdown] If you want the war... then take the field. If you want the blood... then hold the steel. Don't stand behind a thousand lives and call yourself the one who fights. [Breakdown] NO CROWN IS WORTH A CHILD'S GRAVE. NO KING HAS THE RIGHT TO MAKE US SLAVES. [Last Chorus] Kings of fear. Kings of flame. History remembers every name. Kings of fear. Kings of death. Built their kingdoms with another man's breath. But crowns will rust. And walls will fall. No throne stands forever tall. [Outro] [feedback, slow drums] They called themselves eternal. They called themselves divine. But every king who feeds on fear eventually runs out of time.