The Wilder Society - Lion's Den

Hostage and Slave
Became my name
Thanks you for the wine
But I'll take water if it's all the same
Servant to a man
With an affinity for fame
The writing's on the wall
You've been numbered and weighed

You will need my help
When you're dreaming in the night
In a foreign land
But I think I'll sleep just fine
Tell me what you saw
I will steer you right
The wind's about to blow
So you better hang on tight

Though my hands and feet are bound
My heart remains true
Throw me in that lion's den
But they'll save those claws for you

Choosing not to bow
On the stage that they had made
Looking out a window
Despite the trap that was laid
Throw him in the den
Let the lions have some fun
But when the sun comes up
There's not a scratch on me, no not one

Though my hands and feet are bound
My heart remains true
Throw me in that lion's den
But they'll save those claws for you

Won't kneel to fear, won't kneel to pride
Won't kneel to hate, won't kneel to the knife
Won't kneel to death or wounds, or pain
Won't kneel to a king to save my name

Though my hands and feet are bound
My heart remains true
Throw me in that lion's den
But they'll save those claws for you
Kings will come and kings will go
The next will pass you by
You can throw me in that lion's den
I'm coming out dead or alive