A song for our kingrd writing from the eyes of a carebear.

Kingrd, good night.
Sleep tight on your beautiful throne.
Don't think too much about all those chilly peaks
where your slayers are, lonely, far from home.
Don't think of those forty-six dead,
that recent mistake with that bombing.

Do not think of all those young slayers
dying alone in the distant chilly peaks.
just Let those pale carebears talk.
kingrd, sleep tight.

Dream about the victory and the triumph,
dream about your beautiful peace ideal
which has never before been obtained by bloody murder,
dream you will succeed this time.

Don't think about all those hordelings who perish,
how many women, how many children have been killed.
Dream about your Resilient Victory
And belive from the opposition no word.

Bayonets with bloody Blades
keep guard at your command
for the glory and the honour of the hand.
Kingrd, sleep tight.

Don't be frightened when in your dreams
you'll see those innocent victims
who have perished in the faraway fighting
asking you how long this must go on.
I'm sure that by now you know that
there are people who are sick and tired of violence
Who won't forget the misery and bloodshed
and to who a hordeling life still counts.

Don't dream too much about all those dead hordelings,
dream about victory and about the power you'll achieve
Don't think about all those peace whishes
kingrd, sleep tight.