Appeaser

murderers warm the seats of thrones while servants they bicker as the end times loom point out thy neighbour as the skies turn gold its eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth skies fall and the fire cleanses in its wake run amok the wolrd is yours to take murderers warm the seats of thrones while servants they bicker as the end times loom point out thy neighbour as the skies turn gold its eye for an eye and tooth for a tooth point out thy neighbour false prophets dictate the norm