The Subtle Death Of Kings

You are ruler to none

You seek to destroy everything we have become

And the walls we built seem to tear themselves apart

You seek all and any help

Your tyranny needs the spread

Like a virus needs a host

Seek no further, your end has come

In the form of pure justice

For your perverted reign, I will have your head

I am not alone, but they are silent killers

I am not alone and we roam...

This is our means to an end

and we will go down fighting

until there's none of us left

Now begins the subtle death of kings

You are ruler to none.