Cascade: The Fear
Submitted by JessicaTopHat on Wed, 05/26/2010 - 20:27.
Cascade: The Fear
The King has fallen,
The jesters are laughing,
They pick the jewels from his throne,
Like children pluck flowers.
The King has fallen,
The light is fading,
Can’t you feel the country wailing?
Like children who’ve lost their way.
The King has fallen,
The angels fly back to paradise,
They see no holy light left in this place,
Like children attending the funeral.
The king has fallen,
The land is pilfered by death,
Can’t the righteous ever be spared?
They fall like lambs to the slaughter.
The King has fallen.
The deed is done.
There is no hope.
The King is dead.