On the 13th day of the 13th month at the bastard birth of a first and last son.
Before the first breath was breathed in little babylon.
They said, "you'd be better off getting rid of this one -
He'll never be a king. the royalty will never even know his name.
His people will not be changed. they'll stay under the hands of their oppressors."
This so called tax on society of man.
This parasite perservered and rose up to the task.
Despite his faults and obstacles he rose again and again.
"if god would be for me, who would think to come against?
I'm gonna be a king.
I'm gonna make the royalty hate my name.
My people will be changed.
And perhaps i'll be granted to lead against our oppressors."
One fine day, one glorious hour,
We'll watch the parasite kings step into this power.
How many men and women throughout history,
Despite everything against them,
Changed the world we live in?
Imagine what a person, with the blessing of our father,
Could do to touch this world and to glorify our god.
Common kings.
Remove their royalty and take their place.
The world will never be the same.
Thrown down this society and our oppressors.
Common kings.
Remove their royalty and take their place.
The world will never be the same.
Thrown down this society and our oppressors.