In the name of the crazy king

In the name of the crazy king
who thought he had found the Favour
he slew and wreaked havoc on unsuspecting followers.
He strung words prettily together and they listened.
Boistrously from his tower he would proclaim:
"Peace can only be won with war!"
And oh, how they cheered;
the thunderous roar of their jubilant shouts,
not realizing they were the casualties.
When silence fell, once again he shouted,
"Only in blood will we find our freedom!"
And the loyal subjects begged for more.
"Our hope will find itself in the faces of our dead!"
And so the war raged on.
Thousands slain in the streets and on market corners;
Citizen Soldiers was their name,
"Our blood, our land" was their cry.
All in the name
of the crazy king.
Who lost the Favour,
who lost his way.