So a tyrant’s dead killed by his own
A devils deal, his fate sown
Why the questions about his demise
The country is free, proud they rise
He killed thousands for fun and play
Ordinary people lived in fear everyday
Rapes, murders and torture committed
No mercy shown on those throats slitted
He supplied weapons to kill Britons too
To so called freedom fighters, guns to shoot
Bombs were also supplied to kill innocents
No mercy shown for evil intent
See that 4yr old child walking in the street
These cowards, these fools, death they would meet
Upon an innocent like this child so pure
Life isn’t important to those cold hearts anymore
Drugs sold to the foolish and the weak
Money used to buy weapons to kill the meek
These drugs destroy countless lives all around
Sold by evil killers who fight a puppet crown
A ‘freedom’ fighter caught by the secret service
In the docks he now sits smiling, not nervous
He would have gladly killed his counties own
Who live in Britain that they’ve made home
For they were forced to leave by their own country
Their problems work and all things monetary
They had to leave to find a life for their families
So again they could have hope and believe
The problem with their country is complex and long
Give it back to them I say, let them again belong
But let’s not forget the Scots and the Dutch that are there
Not the Queen who never ordered a kill in her reign fair
A puppet on a string more for tourists she is
Controlled by governments who sit in bliss
Target your anger at politicians who give orders
Including your own from both sides of the borders
I for one would like peace throughout the planet
But political fools destroy what we’re handed
All they’re interested in is power and money
Death to them is a necessity, to us never funny
So let’s not sing the praises of a tyrant fallen
A monster was he, death for his was a’callin’
So let evil rot in hell for crimes committed
No such thing as a bad people or country embittered
So I end with sadness this day
I hope and indeed do so pray
That all will lay down their guns
Think of mothers, daughters and sons…
What price freedom, look at Iraq
So many dead, killed by hearts so black
What price freedom, look at Libya now
Finally free of evil, no fear to bow
Caliburnus Rises 