There were three angels of his life First of them showed him the way of stars Second one opened chest with his heart Gave it to him and said: "You're a love!" Third sweet angel gave him a kiss One by one they faded in a morning mist
He stood alone… Near royal throne… And his eyes filled with flame…
Sword is singing in my hand Don't you understand? I'm new true king Falling on your knees My time has come!
You are old and dying law You will be lost with roar Of wild wish of one Young and proud man Who wants be king!
When he lifted his cut off head They came to him – three sweet angels of his land First of them blinded his eyes with stardust Second one took his heart, it was rust Third cruel angel brought him a cup With hemlock's poison, he fell down…
New world won't build on bones On his grave grows black hopeless rose