• Burning alive in your words
    Your screams and orders
    You sit up there on your wicked throne
    Laughing at our misery and our pain
    You sing your evil song of torture
    Never showing a hint of kindness
    Just slavery for life just because you gave us life
    Cutting the wings off of your children’s dreams
    Yelling and screaming from that throne will only end one way
    Your head on a pike in the middle of your kingdom by the very
    People you once called your children
    Now your wicked rule is over and this land is happy
    By your spilled blood on that throne