Abdicate Lyrics

How many daggers have I planted
In the backs of my friends?
Now it's time to reap the crops that I've sown
In this bloody harvest
Crimson banners with the royal seal
Line the hall to the throne room

The choirs sing words of praise
The nobles make endless toasts
A decade laid in wait for this day
My coronation
One final time I kneel to another
The crown has finally found it's rightful home

Luxuries, extravagance, all at my call!
It's good to be king!
Pleasures of the flesh, excessive and decadent
Is this what true power is?

One by one,
The procession of ministers
Arrive at my door
Beg for my ear! Plea for my favor!
Implore me to consider your "urgent needs"!

Incompetent fools!
Am I not a king?
Burden me not with these peasant affairs!

I awake to the cry of the war horn
Sounding out in the dead of night
Why do these barbarians at the gate raise the banner of our realm?