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• Artiste: Lords
• Titre: goodnight sweet prince
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Born the prince of giants and heavy hands they wield bred to keep the mighty high and impose their crooked will. The prince of giants born to keep the mighty raised to keep their coffers full and keep our knives at bay I want to see you crawl, I want to see you fail, I want to see you suffer, stricken, lame and dead. I want liberation, I want to see justice served, to cut your throat and watch you bleed face down in the dirt. As the long arm of conquest reaches out to touch us all, it's shred of truth and seed of doubt give birth to crooked law...but every empire crubles, and when your kingdom fails, death will find you sweet prince wherever it is you are. Crawl. Fall. Suffer. Dead.