The time has come when stories of Kings
have become dusty tales and rusty things
The rulers of time in books filled with names
Examine the Old World page after page
There's a new kind of savage of scavenger breed
They continue to sin and are empowered by greed
These people, not noble, yet their podiums stand
They're dressed to be loyal but there's blood on their hands
There's a design to the pattern of how rulers unfold
What is new to us now may as well have been old
