Place your heavy armour upon my weary frame A cloak of silk and ermine skin, it's all the same My statuettes don't remind me of who I am My portraits resemble a dying man
Years of desperation Running from my fate God save the king Lord have mercy
There is no royal medic My kingdom, my kingdom for a horse My predicament of sovereignty I simply cannot endorse
Will I ever bleed for my country? What monarch fights his own battles? I hide behind the emblems of nobility Men, never cease to obey me Defend my life Mark my words of victory, so void of meaning
Days of anticipation, horror in their wake A crown upon a coward's head doth not a ruler make My feeble back, my spineless, gutless stand My poor posture, a heart that beats unmanned
There is no royal medic My kingdom, my kingdom for a horse My predicament of sovereignty I simply cannot endorse Men, never cease to obey me Defend my life Mark my words of victory, so void of meaning