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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

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