The trees have eaten gold
Blossom the milk of Kupolė
Upinis coughs blood
For the most dangerous game
Is fat
For I am King Reisonas
Sulphur for the land
Land is for the King
Slaughterer of Helkestan
Kings are for [Dm7]the Gods
Gods are for [Dm7]the feast
Advised like [F]the horns on [C7]the Aurochs head
Feast is for [Dm7]the war
Poor is game meat
Why climb up the mountain ɾange
Nothing there at all [Em]
Nothing anymore
War only serves to [C7]compound
Pound
Pound
Pound
Why the throne stays with I
I I I King Reisonas
Like a bastard child
To a nokken with a violin
A life for [Dm7]your loins is that a worthy price?
Ever tempting vice
Rewarded by a knife
Peasants have no beds or fire
I hold the kings lot
Tryna melt the frost
Gorging on [C7]the tɾeasonous son [C7]
After you [A7shed blood
Infants cannot ɾun
Why climb up the mountain ɾange
Nothing there at all [Em]
Nothing anymore
Down to [C7]Thruff goes the Cannibal King
Broke the law of spring
Cannot kill of kin
Filled his bely with a thousand [Bm]swords
Eating children ɾaw
Death's a hungry door
Will by the blood of the Nemertingis
Vaidevutis seek
Restore the ɾegime
I climbed up the mountain ɾange
Nothing there at all [Em]
Nothing anymore
