Whispers spreading like wildfire
"The king is dead, the king is dead"
Higher and higher, a message so dire
"The king is dead, yes, the king is dead"

Don't know why this was my burden to bear
There he is slumped over his chair

Drenched in blood, draped in gold
How did my heart become so cold?

Dagger in hand, venomous greed
Power left behind

When the dust settles
I have to wear a mask
To be ready for this task

Shouting outside, black smoke rise
"The king is dead, the king is dead"
Ascending in rank due to his demise
"The king is dead, yes, the king is dead"

I know why this was my burden to bear
There I am an adviser light as air

Childless ruler, I'm next in line
No one knows the price I payed

Dagger in hand, venomous greed
Red is the blade

When the dust settles
I have to wear a mask
To be ready for this task

When the dust settles
I have to wear a mask
To be ready

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