The Hunchback
What lonely vigil must he ply
Eyes turned from the face
Aimed towards the sky
Lonely it is to don such visage
The only survivor of nature’s wrath
Upon this stretch of virgin path
Arise, arise some would say
Surely your Moment has come
On this holy day
Make way for the king,
The King of Fools rides high
Far above his kingdom
Midst the cathedral’s pyres
Crowds below shout his name you hear
It’s the hunchback alright
Turn back ye brethren,
Turn back in fear
The monster above has made it clear
Sanctuary achieved for this blessed lass
This wretched king
In his grasp she lay
To free her soul and spirit
Where her body now lay
Glory, glory hallelujah to this king
No not the King of Glory you sod
The King of Fools it is
Not the Son, The Son Of God
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