The Road of Kings

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Gleaming shell of an outworn lie; fable of Right divine-

You gained your crowns by heritage, but Blood was the price of mine.

The throne that I won by blood and sweat, by Crom, I will not sell

For promise of valleys filled with gold, or threat of the Halls of Hell!



When I was a fighting-man, the kettle-drums they beat,

The people scattered gold-dust before my horse's feet;

But now I am a great king, the people hound my track

With poison in my wine-cup, and daggers at my back.



What do I know of cultured ways, the gilt, the craft and the lie?

I, who was born in a naked land and bred in the open sky.

The subtle tongue, the sophist guile, they fail when the broadswords sing;

Rush in and die, dogs - I was a man before I was a king.

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from Grim To The Brim, released February 18, 2012
Lyrics taken from the poem "Road of Kings" by Robert E. Howard.

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None of the Living Remain La Verne, California

Crust punk band from southern CA. highly influenced by horror movies/literature, all punk genres, extreme metal genres and fueled by an unmeasurable amount of hatred for society.

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