The King's Cup

We raise our glass And I find myself in the past But my cup overfilled, and my wine has spilled Now we'll fly our flags half-mast We've flew too close to the sun Our wine, it's like our love We've drowned in the sea, with our over flowing greed Will it ever be enough We feast upon our own souls Leaving our needing bones We wanted it all, but that was our kingdom's fall And now we walk alone We watched our comrades' deaths As we fight for our final breaths Then they throw out the chair, and we struggle for air With a noose tied 'round our necks We raise our glass And I find myself in the past But my cup overfilled, and my wine has spilled Now we'll fly our flags half-mast Now we'll fly our flags half-mast