1833 AD - Who Will Kill the Emperor Lyrics
The soldier, the jester, the monk or the princeMinister, the preacher, whoever would thinkThe daughter the heiress, to the dark throneIn darkness we wait, for him to be slainYou praise the fool who falls down to false prideBurn in hell together when you dieDeep in the forest they plan for the killBirds dripped in poison are all they can giveHe is the Emperor, the one whom they fearTo dine on his ashes, sacrifice him to meDeep red are his eyes, spits blood when he speaksConquer the land and win over the soulsBlinding the rank of the nobles and folkThe god of war is the last hope of allWho have come to the shelter of the bonesBuilding an army of the deadHail to thee oh EmperorWe are nothing but parasitesWhich cling to the hand that feedsHaving to last more than rebirthWe hate to admit our remorseBuilding an army of the deadHail to thee oh EmperorAll of manhood, both evil and slyBut Emperor, why the ***** wont you dieEmperorDieWhy wont you die