His Kingdom’s Call

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A quiet mind stands alone…
A king without a crown.
An empire without borders.
And never… never…
He will bend the knee.

He says the strangest things so calmly
You almost start believing them.
He says the kiwis were born by human hands,
I laughed… but in his world, it’s true.
His little green minions build the roads of his empire,
Each turn, a war, each city, claimed,
Sitting out of sight, with smoke in the air,
He declares: “Won’t BEND the KNEE” — his kingdom’s call.

Y’avance sans bruit, mais son règne s’impose,
Ses silences pèsent plus lourd qu'les grands discours.

He’s a king without a crown, but he rules in silence,
From his old couch, he sees past every horizon.
Worlds and empires rise inside his mind,
And under his breath, he says…

WON’T BEND THE KNEE!
NEVER BOW TO THE GAME OF CROWNS!
WON’T BEND THE KNEE!
THIS KINGDOM STANDS ON ITS OWN!

Pendant qu'le monde dort, y relie des idées,
Avec des plans qu'personne a su tracer.
Y parle d'galaxies comme d’une vérité,
Et même Gandhi finirait par trembler.

Son royaume est vert, perdu dans l’éther,
Pour siège, un vieux divan, mais sa force est de fer.
Pas un général , un oracle en sandales,
Y voit plus loin qu'l’écran, plus vrai qu'nos scandales.

Y’avance sans bruit, mais son règne s’impose,
Ses silences pèsent plus lourd qu'les grands discours.

WON’T BEND THE KNEE!
NEVER BOW TO THE GAME OF CROWNS!
WON’T BEND THE KNEE!
THIS KINGDOM STANDS ON ITS OWN!

He was never made to follow.
He stands alone.

A free mind beyond the stars.
Un roi sans trône.
Un empire sans frontières.

No crown.
No fear.
No chains.