Eleven Kings.

Heaven bound, oh glory be!
A broken beggar and roaring sea.
The light is just a common thief
poised and idle underneath.

Seven crowns, eleven kings!
A fourth were always born to bleed.
And darkness now our last belief,
we’re forth in sorrow endlessly.

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