Bound by chain
Of golden make
The king sits solemn
For the kingdom’s sake
A thousand ministers
Speak a thousand truths
But which are nobal
The sovereign soon proves
A test of mind
For the price of blood
To fail the mark
Is to return to mud
So only the pure
Shall come to remain
Among the lord’s retinue
And the court where he reigns
So take heed to those
Who’s dream is to rule
The king uses iron
To root our the fools
Iron And Gold
