Cells are crazy in the head, evils buried in the land,
For the king, for the dread.
Animated freed, and cared
To be led.
Violence, hatred in the rains
Kill the best and move the trains.
Tax implies by the source of gains.
Constant tendency put in the lanes,
No one explains.
From the pain to the edge
Set the strokes from every wedge
From the wedge, reclaim others’ ways.
King Arthur The Red Lyrics