A long, long time ago in a faraway place A kingdom lay standing tall, full of wrath and no embrace This country was ruled by a young and beaty King Though the most ruthless ruler anyone had ever seen
Luxuries were not short, but as far as one could see A maid with the same face tending to his every need The name given just to his royal steed was Josephine Anything and everything all belonged to this King
Being short on money? There couldn't be such a case Simply pluck the pennies from the people paying rates Not a single step can be made to soil his royal stage Or you won't have any chance to age
\"Now, kneel before me!\"
Vile petalled rose, blooming the path you chose Savage colours staining all where he goes Pitiful weeds try to force their way out of the ground Nevertheless, they all wither and die without any sound
His highness, though cruel, still had a captured heart A fine young woman of blue was where it all began to start But another prince from nearby had caught her eye A man of green who treasured things that money couldn't buy
Ignorance is bliss, truly, but knowing was his fate His jealousy had blinded him and he just couldn't wait With a whisper to his loyal maid, this is what he said \"I want to finally see that foolish young man dead\"
Thus that night, houses of people tumbled down in flames Voices rendered silent, this is what the town became Many tears fell and cries of pain became a prayer Our King tyrant didn't seem to care
\"Oh, look! It's time for tea!\"
Vile petalled rose, blooming the path you chose Savage colours staining all where he goes Doubtlessly refined, the flower sits among despair Ah, surrounded by thorns glinting from the morning sun's glare
Patience wearing thin, people began to yell No longer able to sustain peace where they had dwelled The leader of the pack was a boy of pure red Fighting though the odds he knew were as thin as a thread
The rage came from that accumulated over time As if the people counted his each and every crime His soldiers stood no chance through their war swept aching bones So his Majesty was left to face them all alone
The crowds swarmed the court once they had broken through the walls All within had left the grounds with no meaning at all Certainly a single lad could not defy a crowd Captured that day, he had lost his crown
\"Your awful disrespect disgusts me.\"
Vile petalled rose, blooming the path you chose Dismayed colours staining all where he goes The paradise that he had established at last Shattered into fragments as if it were broken glass
A long, long time ago in a faraway place A kingdom lay standing tall, full of wrath and no embrace This country was ruled by a young and beaty King Though the most ruthless ruler anyone had ever seen
His death was scheduled to be held when the clock struck 3 The bells would toll and from his cage, everyone would be free The man who was once the King of this country far away Sat in his own prison, soon to lie dead and decay
Striking sounds signalled that the time had come around The chiming bells seemed much duller than he had ever found Staring out at the many who praised him before The last words he could manage simply were:
\"Oh, look! It's time for tea!..\"
Vile petalled rose, the wilting path you chose Deceased colours staining all where he goes Now he's just a story floating as they all observed The Son of Vice had got everything he deserved