"the message is being translated as we speak,
why don't you take a seat? this might take all night.
so where was i?"

he flew over,
he was the king he could do anything
ragged looks and torn pieces of cloth
he was pounding his beliefs

half truths written
down on a black sheet
the ink was no where
to be found...

the message had been lost.
the king had died a mortal death
and the message been burnt to ashes
but the half truth had prevailed
it stuck out
like truth always does
in a fooled world
it beckoned revenge
got it's trust.

"will you have another one?
sure sure, you'd rather wait,
wait all you want...

don't you love conversation?

no need to stretch your imagination hard
the band might snap
the answer will be simple enough
I'm sure you already know of it.

there! told you you should have another one,
you'll soon be the king yourself.
be careful. i don't think we're prepared yet."

once revenge is sought
it begins all over again.
it re-lives pain,
it re-lives anxiety.

"yes just like you"

"what are you leaving already?
don't you want to know how it ends?
oh! you would rather see it yourself?
but that wait is endless

ah! there comes the sun,
you'd better leave now
or you won't have the choice...
good night..."