Long ago, in days untold, were ruled by lords of greed. Maidens bathed with gold, they dared to bear their wounds that did. Kings and queens and guillotines, taking lives denied. Starch and parchment made the laws, when bishops took the ride, only to conceal. Oh, I know I knew this life before. Somehow, know now, truths I must be sure. Toss and turn in nightmares, burning dreams of swords in hand. Sailing ships, the vikings' spits, the blood of father's land, only to conceal. Living times of knights and mares, raising swords for maidens fair. Sneer at death, the only loss of pride. Living of a centuries, made taboo a worshipper's feast. Vilest truth to all who will die. Screams of no reply. They die. Screams of no reply. They die. Screams of no reply. Let them do or die. Screams of no reply. They die. Let them do or die.