In the Land of Pigs - Kyng

A slave, a crow, a friend to appease

The sour voice of an old disease

Lose the ruin, road to light

Follow crumbs with a wilted sight

Break the sullen gaze

They will beat the sunshine from my eyes

Dead beast, bruising the stride

Forget the frightening

I’m forgiving the way of the world

Every thief deserves a crown

And every king’s a criminal

Prize and pay to hold me down

Master of the blind faithful

So simple, the choice in slumber

Knowing what I’ll be

Now I see that I will be

The butcher

In the land of pigs, I’m still the king

The butcher

In the land of pigs, I’m always king

The butcher

In the land of pigs, I’m still the king

The butcher

In the land of pigs, I’m always king