The King grinned red
As he walked from the place
Where the traitor lost both his name and his face
Through the halls and the corridors
Stinking in blood
He tasted his grin and it tasted good
The King took his head
Left him broken and dead.
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The King grinned red
As he walked from the place
Where the traitor lost both his name and his face
Through the halls and the corridors
Stinking in blood
He tasted his grin and it tasted good
The King took his head
Left him broken and dead.