Once upon a time there was a king
He had a very big kingdom
He had everything
He was so happy, he could sing
But less did he know that there was trouble ahead
The kingdom he loved so dear got pillaged
All houses burnt down
The king couldn't handle that
Then pestilence was spread
Everything that didn't die yet, died now
His kingdome silently became a dark place
Because the king fled
The king tried to take control
But it already was to late
There was only one thing left he could do
He had to hide in a deep dark hole
Now you think this is just a fairytale
Well this story actually happend
Maybe a little different
Not with that midevil hail
The story is dated now
The kingdom is my head
And I was king
I still ask myself why it happend... And how