You came you saw you conquered   Built from a will far long in your blood   You enslaved, you lawed, you mongered   Spilt from an ill that destroyed like a flood         A story of pauper turned king   A saint by notoriety   And I played like the prince and bowed to your reign   A patriarch gone unquestioned by   A fist and fear that paralyzed   Every part of my being spoke foul of your name         I cried wolf to the armies to unseat your chair   And I prayed for the day your deeds would come to bare         Come to an end   No hope to mend   In order to survive   The King must die   The King must die      I have known since long ago   That you were the devil from down below   Kept silent for a throne I despised   So long betrothed to the waltz   For the sake of a crown I knew was false   And I prayed for the Gods to hear my cries         And I watched as you pillaged their hearts with your sin   I kept warm by a vengeance that would not soon begin            Oh heathen on high to think you would win   Get away with the crimes committed on my kin   Now there's no face for you left to reclaim   Only lifetimes of penance and horizons of shame         Oh father, no longer the ruler of chests   I have long laid my thoughts of forgiveness to rest   For I know the tyrant and his duplicitous ways   And there's no hope for mercy, and no hope for change