Love keeps me alive
and I love my power and my glory
It is my armor
As the blood rages
I too become the king of the corpses
that pile high beneath my blade
My throne drench with blood
All the warriors fight for me
willing to die for me
You best be wise to keep your territory
within your own country
As the war rages on
I sat quietly on my throne
Sleeping in my own memory
in a guise of a book
and I love my power and my glory
It is my armor
As the blood rages
I too become the king of the corpses
that pile high beneath my blade
My throne drench with blood
All the warriors fight for me
willing to die for me
You best be wise to keep your territory
within your own country
As the war rages on
I sat quietly on my throne
Sleeping in my own memory
in a guise of a book