Regal Zone
Coronets rest on a death's head mas
No-one is safe while the curfew last
But crusted orbs glitter, sceptres glea
While helmets of blood fill the screen
They look awa
and then they say
"For the good of the lan
for the love of the man"
Standing alone sitting alon
on the throne of the regal zone
Old limbs hang in the torture roo
While old kings hang in the portrait roo
Their noble eyes gaze on the uneasy danc
of the squirming body on the marble plate
They look awa
and then they say
"For the good of the lan
for the love of the man"
Standing alone sitting alon
on the throne of the regal zone