From Rebels and Kings.

Medieval writer can not hide

the people fighting for their pride

Northwind blowing through the skin

planet of death, sun of ruin



The king hears the drums

he can taste defeat

Flames in the sky give a cold dark heat

rhythm of revenge calms the savage beast

Outside on the street

everybody is dancing to the rebel beat



The beggars offer him their money

his hounds are to afraid to bark

Can't understand his loyal subjects

fear holds the key and not respect



the king hears the drums

he can taste defeat

Flames in the sky give a cold dark heat

rhythm of revenge calms the savage beast

outside on the street

everybody is dancing to the rebel beat   



Have I learned to fly now?  

As the king walks to the gallows

the jester wipes away a smile

A minstrel lurking in the shadows

the guilty slain without a trial   



the funeral tems becomes a rhapsody

flames in the sky show the legacy

rhythm of change a chance to meet

meanwhile on the street

everybody is dancing to the rebel beat