Wicked Days

Hey come away
What see my eyes
Ill thoughts on my mind
These bitter days.

We move undercover
as crowds deliver
The crown to the foul and the dumb.

Day come again
Pray save my son
From the trench and the gun
These wicked days.

The masses are cradled and fed
They've long lost the use of their heads.
We are fading fast
Our numbers are failing at last
So let's kill a king once again!

Speak not again
Know you my heart
As we stand worlds apart
These troubled days.