Falling through the sky,
Hurtling down towards me,
Watch a sovern cry,
Plainly, for all to see.
"Lord, how far did you fall?"
"Tell us please, we wish to know."
"Was it far, or not at all?"
"Will you tell us, yes or no?"
"Heed my words, for I do warn you,
That any may find gathered here,
A cult of those, ill-to-do,
Trying to raise alarm and fear."
"But I say cast them out!
The blasphemous cult who,
Charms the soul to shout,
'Our sovern must die, and be replaced anew!"
"And also know that I,
Who keeps you safe at night,
Would rather choose to die,
To save you from this plight!"
"Oh how you shall die!"
A single voice does speak,
"And none of us will cry,
When you're mensch, humble and meek!"
"I who retains your homestead,
Brings the cattle in at dusk,
Pats your child's little head.
Now do you wish me to wither to a husk?"
"Here, here!" I slump in dispair,
"You'll no longer keep your breath,"
I plead and try, but none do care,
"When you die, and rejoice in death!"
"Revolt! Revolt!" They say,
"None of you should heed thier calls,
Keep hold in trust, and do not sway.
Lest I lose here in these halls!"
"We hate you! We hate!"
They all slur at me,
"Throw him down Hell's Gate!"
My horror plain to see.
"Could you hate me so much,
That I, you will not believe?
What sort of traitor's touch,
Has that kind of power to descive?"
Words were lost on all the crowd,
Scythes in hand, they come,
Drowning in pain, anger my shroud,
Leaving me, thier sovern no more, dead and numb.