When the mountain will yield,
And the sun will dim,
And the clouds will shrink,
And the moon will shroud.
When everything goes upside down,
Will you be able to stay how you are,
In your place as a king,
In your place as the leader?
Or will you succumb to the pressure,
To the rants, rebellions, critics?
Will you succumb to injustice, lies,
And fall down to last place?