The Young King Occult Colour

Hey, it's the tales of a young king

People thought he’d be gone to climb some hills

By the glory bestowed, Moriah come on his way

Behold is the young king

The Present is the hour he is not failing no way

Armoured with light he follows his path to grace

Many thought impossible he'd never make it this way

But pow he is here and to God he gave his praise.

Okay, head of a lion with the heart of a dove

He flies the globe to settle his hope

He’d hope to find a land where the green is green

But once he landed the scene seemed to be deceiving

And breathing, he swore to make a change to the scene

Knowledge occult to the habitants gave him some tears

For the real things were clear and nobody could see.

How could he settle his thoughts in a place washed with some scene?

He said okay, the mind is blurred but the heart is pure

Maybe if we go back to the beginnings, he can save some souls

That’s one goal, without interests he may now rest his soul

And he slept in a land by the sea

Where noise seemed to be quiet

And there he made his vowels to create smiles that he couldn’t see

Bring back the real nature where things do coexist

Breath for free, eat for free, to you and me

He asked himself is this difficult to be