Your name is assured in the history books The ink it has settled, no fear But do not for once grow attached to your throne The price of betrayal is dear The weight of the power, corruption and lies Has broken the strongest of spines The crown that you wear, it may seem a good fit But thorns, they will spite you with time
Judas, did you sell your soul? Judas, were you blinded by the gold?
How do you sleep when the cupboards are bare; Your pillow is woven with gold? Tonight, there's the shimmer of desperate knives Tonight, it will silence the old Your pawns and your bishops will stand by your side And take not a word of the blame But as they are wiping your kiss from their lips They're secretly cursing your name