Ty Morn - Kings of Dishonour

Lead us on we won’t betray
For what we are is grateful flesh and bone
Our desires they pave the way
To keep you well, immortal on your throne
A blind man makes his promised odyssey
A shameless sight to greet the honest soul

But the greed is cold
And they march through the ages shown
As a man, can you make it home
Before they call on you again ?

Hear them mocking jaws are dropping
See the kings of dishonour
Make the world their game
Eyes half open blessed forgotten
For the sake of their fortunes
We will feed them our lost in shame

Too many years pass and still upon the feast
With the crumbs seeking appetite in all
Holding fast to an ethic long deceased
Endless homages paid until they fall

Same story told before
It’s the fate that whispers to us all
If the power pulls you in
Then our lives diminish once again

Hear them mocking jaws are dropping
See the kings of dishonour
Make the world their game
Eyes half open blessed forgotten
For the sake of their fortunes
We will feed them our lost in shame