Lyrics Kill the King! - Drink Hunters

Kill the King!

Kill the King!
Kill the King!
And heads to roll,
until no one wears the crown.
Kill the King!
Kill the King!
And heads to roll,
the great palace must burn.
Heirs of a fascist dictatorship, imposed by force.
Robbing working people is all they do, in the name of god.
But people are fed up of their brazen arrogance, their impunity and their pride.
Workers stand up together against the crown.
Fight like hungry wolves, leaving our land free from this disease.
Kill the King!
Kill the King!
And heads to roll,
until no one wears the crown.
Kill the King!
Kill the King!
And heads to roll,
the great palace must burn.
But people are fed up of their brazen arrogance, their impunity and their pride.
Workers stand up together against the crown.
Fight like hungry wolves, leaving our land free of this disease.
The king is dead, a sickle cut his throat.
The king is dead, slaves are already free.
The king is dead, don’t be afraid nevermore.
The king is dead!!!
Dead!!!