Текст песни Wicked Days

Hey come away What see my eyes Ill thoughts on my mind These bitter days. We move undercover as crowds deliver The crown to the foul and the dumb. Day come again Pray save my son From the trench and the gun These wicked days. The masses are cradled and fed They've long lost the use of their heads. We are fading fast Our numbers are failing at last So let's kill a king once again! Speak not again Know you my heart As we stand worlds apart These troubled days.