We have nothing with the outcast and the unfit
Let them die in their misery for they feel not
Compassion is the vice of kings
Stamp down the wretched and the weak
This is the law of the strong
This is our law and the joy of the world
Think not, o king upon that lie that thou must die
Verily thou shalt not die, but live
Now let it be understood if the body of the King dissolve
He shall remain in pure ecstasy forever