there will come a soldier, who carries a mighty sword. he will tear your city down, oh lay oh lie oh lord (oh lay oh lie, oh lay oh Lord) there will come a poet whose weapon is his word. he will slay you with his tongue oh lay oh lie oh lord (oooh oh) there will come a ruler, whose brow is laid in thorn, smeared in oil like David's boy oh lay oh lie oh lord

(yes these are the bat boys from acotar, they are my husbands. Cassians the first, Az is the second and Rhys is obviously the third)