Disaster

Stronghold bears no marks

Of torches in the dark

The masses gather around

To beatings of the drum

The terror of the truth

The disenfranchised youth

To pacify the ire

Of nation under fire

On the throne resides… queen of pain

And the prince’s a scribe – poison pen

To propagate belief

The kingdom of the thief

The hand that plants the seed

Of gluttony and greed

One thousand gifts of grit

Two thousand notes of shit

Three thousand raids on seas

Four thousand fallacies

On the throne resides… queen of pain

And the prince’s a scribe – poison pen

And afterwards they’re screaming: / “Disaster! Disaster!”

The looting and the scheming: / Disaster, disaster

It’s disaster… that they’re after

On the throne resides… queen of pain

And the prince’s a scribe – poison pen

And afterwards they’re screaming: / “Disaster! Disaster!”

The looting and the scheming: / Disaster, disaster

They turn to what they fear – it’s / disaster they’re after

The mistress and the seedling / the masters, the masters

Disaster… faster… faster