Royalist

Scent out the cavalier

The brave of humankind

Of the spears carved in alamo

Brings the greatest joke of the human lie

The bride awaits unfaithfully shy

As boy-soldiers arrive with their wooden knights

We`d have our 7th law completely broken

But she carefully tortured every single child

Kill, kill, sweet chaste heraldry, kill, kill

Kill, kill, sweet chaste heraldry, kill, kill

The commoner stole a small handful of beans

Not enough for the noble but it fed his kid

Now his flesh is a feast, our dear vulture applauds

What a learning for all those who weirdly dream

None of this could be read in Le Drapeau Blanc

Just sung by the poet`s pen