The King is Dead

[arcane1]

Assassin, assassin,
they've come to take his life
They wave the flag of anarchy
and chant "the king must die"

The overthrow of authority
must start with his demise
And so the witches all agree
that we must close his eyes

the king is dead
the king is dead

Royal blood will flow like wine
when the hands of death break free
To grip at last the majestic soul
of this, our dying king

We pay no homage to this man
his death means but one thing:
The prophecy has been fulfilled
to let you people sing:

the king is dead
the king is dead

We'll throw his head to the ground
to show he wears no crown
We'll stone them till they bleed
to the wolves, them we'll feed

All we need is a lock of his hair
and then we'll soon be there
The spell will then begin
His life will surely end

He'll not see you coming, all he'll see
is the flash of shimmering steel
The rush of pain from the venomous sting
will surely force him to kneel

The kiss of Death upon his lips
The cold embrace of doom
The sudden attack of anxiety
will begin to end very soon

the king is dead
the king is dead

Helstar - The King is Dead