Bless me father I must go away   To save us from the one's who don't believe   Confess me father I have sin but maybe   Angels really sing   Fot the man who would be king      We laugh at your religion   You people of the sand   We have no superstition   You can read it in our hands      Forgive me father for the change we bring   But it's all for the man who would be king      Don't leave a body standing   Not the holy not the small   Deliver us from evil   If it's yours we want it all      Lately father I've been wondering   Is the devil just the man who would be king      How can right be ever wrong   We are glory we are stronger than you      We never got an answer   But it's just too late to ask   The bloody flag was waving   And our hearts just ran too fast      Curse me father for the chains we bring   And don't believe the man who would be king      We never got an answer   Cause the question slipped my mind   I've been so busy killing   That I haven't found the right time