Death Of The Swine - Feed the Rhino

Death of the swine

His death came fast, in the winter of last

Where the bells rang strong, with the Miller’s song

Hated by so many, yet known by so few

It was a mix of life and fiction

He had a name that you once knew

He called out, called out, called out, sons!

No one will mourn, no one will cry

Now that the icon has died

No one will mourn, no one will cry

At the death of the swine

Hated by so many, yet known by so few

It was a mix of life and fiction

He had a name that you once knew

He was the worst in all of us

We met a rotting soul, at best

Laid his words in gold

Now we lay his name to rest!

Lay his name to rest!

The swine!

Made from the fragments of kings!