You came you saw you conquerednBuilt from a will far long in your bloodnYou enslaved, you lawed, you mongerednSpilt from an ill that destroyed like a floodnnnA story of pauper turned kingnA saint by notorietynAnd I played like the prince and bowed to your reignnA patriarch gone unquestioned bynA fist and fear that paralyzednEvery part of my being spoke foul of your namennnI cried wolf to the armies to unseat your chairnAnd I prayed for the day your deeds would come to barennnCome to an endnNo hope to mendnIn order to survivenThe King must dienThe King must diennI have known since long agonThat you were the devil from down belownKept silent for a throne I despisednSo long betrothed to the waltznFor the sake of a crown I knew was falsenAnd I prayed for the Gods to hear my criesnnnAnd I watched as you pillaged their hearts with your sinnI kept warm by a vengeance that would not soon beginnnnnOh heathen on high to think you would winnGet away with the crimes committed on my kinnNow there's no face for you left to reclaimnOnly lifetimes of penance and horizons of shamennnOh father, no longer the ruler of chestsnI have long laid my thoughts of forgiveness to restnFor I know the tyrant and his duplicitous waysnAnd there's no hope for mercy, and no hope for change