Kingdom come, the fun never stops.
Raising the dead to the absolute top.
From led to gold, their souls then pop.
From the Great Almighty, the cream of the crop.
Determined to know, we wash our sins in the sea.
Smelling like sweet nectar, from a rare honey bee.
Looking for eternal youth, we rock the Earth.
From the Beast of The Sea that then gave birth.
Tiamat allows all that strive.
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