Madness - Change of Loyalty

The glory of our blood and faith

Death lays its icy hand on kings today

Sceptre and crown

Must tumble down

And in the dust be equal made

You can`t stop

HELL!

Sceptre and crown

HELL!

Equal made

Some men with swords may reap the field

And plant the rotten seed, where they kill:

But their strong nerves at last must yield

They tame but one another still:

When they soon will creep to death

Creep to fcking death