Celebrations in dust throngs of decay for magnificent lust there is blood to be paid. The sins of the father be the sins of the sun in his trail by fire fell deeds to be done.
The animals, hung are all standing 'round shall punish the man for the crimes of his crown. He ruled for iron killed with gold terrorized diamonds fed young to the old.
His people have spoke. King's head be the price place his body in poke with fire and ice