in this foreign, distant land
there’s a mad king
who relinquished his command
to get out the play

pick out your armor and if you can
just break in
cause if the others get the chance 
they won’t hesitate

war times

with most voluptuously craving grace
the queen walks by
and for the righteous man
the forbidden fruit is the one to taste

couldn’t see when things got wrong
cause this love blinds
like a glove that fits the hand
but takes the touch away

war times