The work of a royal is suffering and toil There is famine, uprisings, and war! The people want monuments and feast protection from enemies and beasts But all I hear is how they want more!
The life on the throne Is one that's alone Everyone thinks that they know what is best You can't trust your guides You are pulled from all sides Oh when shall I ever get rest.
There is bitter and guile I feel all are hostile They utter "majesty" but lie in wait I'm on the edge of a knife As I clutch to my life Why won't they just communicate!
The life on the throne is built from sinew and bone You need sacrifice to make a kingdom worthwhile But there is lies and deceit as they bow at your feet I would rather choose an exile!