One Thousand Hooves

To break the back. You crush the spine. Put men to death. Worship divine. The thousand hooves, that pound the ground, of king and crown. Shall lay to waste, a weaker race, with no defence, but blood to taste. A senseless death. Dealt child through men. God sent sword. Against up turned hands. Pick up your heels the white knights are riding. How does it feel when the pressure is rising. Slaying the weak and raping the queen. A land where justice will never be seen. Behold foe, I am your king, I bring you god, Now bow to me. We bring destruction, famine and plague, for holy salvation, no one is saved.