the kings of old
were set apart
with a burning desire
and a warrior's heart
on the things of God
they loved to dwell
the only things that could save them from hell
but times have changed
that life was hanged
they no longer love
that from above
the kings anew
perverse at heart
'tis now the common that must be set apart
follow me brethren
we rise against the tide
from the forces of darkness
we shall not hide