Give me your trust said the queen on her throne
For I must bear the burden all alone
Trust me to lead and to judge and to rule
And no man will think you a fool
But trust is the sound of the grave-dog's bark
Trust is the sound of betrayal in the dark
Trust is the sound of the soul's last breath
Trust is the sound of death.
Give me your trust said the king on high
My power makes me a great ally
Trust me to command and to uphold the law
And you will be viewed with unequalled awe
But trust is the scent of pure hate
Trust is the scent of a threat too late
Trust is the scent of the soul's last breath
Trust is the scent of death.
Give us your trust said the lady and lord
Our power stretches far abroad
Trust us to defend and to help those in need
And we will ensure you are honoured indeed
But trust is the feel of a knife in the back
Trust is the feel of the vulture's attack
Trust is the feel of the soul's last breath
Trust is the feel of death.
Give me your trust said the love of my life
For only then will I be your wife
Trust me to love you and to always care
And when you need me, I promise to be there
But trust is the taste of a poisoned sip
Trust is the taste of a sinking ship
Trust is the taste of the soul's last breath
Trust is the taste of death.