A Haunted Throne

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[Verse]
In a castle cold as midnight, with ghosts that never rest,
A man named Trump sat down, feeling pain in his unrest.
The shadows danced like phantoms, history’s cruel jest,
A haunted throne beneath him, it's haunting him the best.

[Chorus]
Oh, the past it comes to haunt you, no matter where you roam,
Painful echoes of what once was, in a place you shouldn’t call home.
The specters of dark history, whispering through the hall,
In Hitler's haunted castle, pride can take a fall.

[Verse 2]
The walls adorned with whispers, of tyrants long ago,
Their ominous remembrance, in the cold wind they blow.
Trump felt the cushions tearing, beneath his heavy weight,
Haunted by decisions, by the power and its bait.

[Chorus]
Oh, the past it comes to haunt you, no matter where you roam,
Painful echoes of what once was, in a place you shouldn’t call home.
The specters of dark history, whispering through the hall,
In Hitler's haunted castle, pride can take a fall.

[Verse 3]
He walked the halls in silence, his thoughts a heavy chain,
Regrets and angry spirits, played a twisted game.
A painful throne reminded, the choices that he's made,
In the corners dust and cobwebs, where old ambitions fade.

[Chorus]
Oh, the past it comes to haunt you, no matter where you roam,
Painful echoes of what once was, in a place you shouldn’t call home.
The specters of dark history, whispering through the hall,
In Hitler's haunted castle, pride can take a fall.