King

I hang a mask in the innermost chamber of my palace

I hang a mask in the innermost chamber of my palace A fragment of my past I use to contain my malice

I hang a mask in the innermost chamber of my palace A fragment of my past I use to contain my malice Sealed away so as to not rattle the peace signed by my chalice

I hang a mask in the innermost chamber of my palace A fragment of my past I use to contain my malice Sealed away so as to not rattle the peace signed by my chalice Containing ambrosia I need to curb the evil I cherished

Of a glorious wise ruler is my persona in power

Of a glorious wise ruler is my persona in power A look into the mirror before I greet the foyer

Of a glorious wise ruler is my persona in power A look into the mirror before I greet the foyer Under the blazing morning sun are the people seeking assertion

Of a glorious wise ruler is my persona in power A look into the mirror before I greet the foyer Under the blazing morning sun are the people seeking assertion Impeccably drinking my words in more fervor

Of a glorious wise ruler is my persona in power A look into the mirror before I greet the foyer Under the blazing morning sun are the people seeking assertion Impeccably drinking my words in more fervor Than they do of weekly sermons