exhumed myself from my tomb of autocracy and the kings left the hills satisfied I am all in one, with grief and deceit I am scorned
Inexorably, an expression of pure remorse, for what I am, what I've been the grace of the romans bring blessings to my
Contradiction, I denounce my faith then raise my palms to the sky and covet virtue Misdirected by supercilious priests, the wolves are sheep and the sheep are wolves.
CHORUS Now I am your king, you shall bow at my feet the words of the elders, are rendered obsolete. Now I wear this crown, you cannot for go my name your cryptic code is deciphered, adhere to this
Blame, you have brought upon your untouchable monarchy.
My disdain for goodbyes match my detest for youth, the path to hell is paved with the droning masses.
And you all will know their names, as you succumb to their erroneous prophecy.
The wolves are sheep, sheep, sheep, and the sheep are wolves.