Thy Golden-Eyed King

Thy King doth cries
For her eyes
Did fill
The tears hath spill
Forth from his wrath
Oh King with golden eyes!
Although none the wise
Did his part
And hence his heart
Spews forth the toils of this blood bath

For thy King is thy servant
Be he faithful and kind
And I am your King
Nothing will ever prevent
My return as thou shall find
I've vowed many a thing
With this big heart o' mine
Keep me in yours
And in due course
I'll always be with you; Till the end of time...