Shiny minstrels of a worn out time
Look down upon you and me
They sing the praise of a time long gone
When freedom meant more than life

Kings would hold on to all God's given
The sword and the armour bright
Ground would shake below his feet
That day of the freedom call

And it's all in the way
That every king must fall
And it's all in the way
That all good men must go

King is afraid to lose the grip
He's tired and not so well
He'll walk all night on shaky ground
And dine with the dogs of Hell

A single whisper will crack the wall
A song is a wrecking ball
Lost in the vortex of friend and foe
A solitaire in his home

And it's all in thе way
That every king must fall
And it's all in the way
That all good mеn must go