King for a Day-Gary Hughes

True Gods, they sleep Locked in their mountain of dreams They wait for the call: for the hunger They must be freed. Drive out the Christian seed Lay waste; bring the storm and the thunder There must be change Or this land will crumble and decay I must redeem them; somehow I must free them, Return waht was lost once again If I was King for a day This land would burn in the mystical flames Born through the fire The Old Gods would reign If I was King for a day These words I speak Let loose the dragon I seek His breath will transform through the madness Immersed, so deep, Secrets the centuries keep In death are restored in the vastness Until that day We must take their sanctuary away Cast out the pieces, the Christian weakness And build on the pyre that remains If I was King for a day This land would burn in the mystical flames Born through the fire The Old Gods would reign If I was King for a day