krasnov

1987, velvet-lined lies
Red sun rising in his wide blue stare
“You’re meant for more,” a whispered prayer
King-in-waiting, unaware
They poured the wine, whispered his name
Gilded hand in a rigged old game
Ink was dry before he knew
They wrote the script, he played the fool

Trace the shadows, chase the thread
Dots connect but the ink runs red
Shadow war, quiet coup
Still they swear it can’t be true

Empires don’t fall, they just break apart
Fault lines targeted, straight to the heart
World on fire, plan designed
He just smiled and played it blind
His debts ran deep, circle thin
Ones who stayed spoke in code within
Name in the ledger, deal on ice
Just another favor, just another price

You think you know someone
Till the mask drops down
Paper trail leads straight to the crown

Krasnov, Krasnov
Walks like a traitor, speaks like a ghost
Kneels to the east, sells out the coast
Krasnov, Krasnov
If the gun’s in his hand
Does it matter who paid?
Hey, hey, hey – Krasnov
Hey, hey, hey – Krasnov
Hey, hey, hey – Krasnov
Hey, hey, hey – Krasnov

Call him Krasnov
Call him a king