From Rebels and Kings. Medieval writer can not hide The people fighting for their pride Northwind blowing through the skin Planet of death, sun of ruin The king hears the drums He can taste defeat Flames in the sky give a cold dark heat Rhythm of revenge calms the savage beast Outside on the street Everybody is dancing to the rebel beat The beggars offer him their money His hounds are to afraid to bark Can't understand his loyal subjects Fear holds the key and not respect The king hears the drums He can taste defeat Flames in the sky give a cold dark heat Rhythm of revenge calms the savage beast Outside on the street Everybody is dancing to the rebel beat Have I learned to fly now? As the king walks to the gallows The jester wipes away a smile A minstrel lurking in the shadows The guilty slain without a trial The funeral tems becomes a rhapsody Flames in the sky show the legacy Rhythm of change a chance to meet Meanwhile on the street Everybody is dancing to the rebel beat