Majesty, call your silent court for thee
Celebrate, prop foul pomp on wooden stakes
Primacy, purge what's filthy in our streets
Consummate, a posh dream of lunacy
Orations linger in empty halls
I, the heir to none
True heir to none, phantom acropolis
True heir to none, phantom acropolis
Majesty, call your silent court for thee
Celebrate, prop foul pomp on wooden stakes
Primacy, purge what's filthy in our streets
Consummate, a posh dream of lunacy
Fabled king, hear those wailing horns sing
Fabled king, stained throne of suffering
Nigh it be, this lie is crumbling
Nigh it be, your last offering
Exile's creation, self-imposed fate
Ego's defacement, banished by hate
False kingdom of no flag and no rule to keep
Shunned sultan with no purpose, trapped in the bleak
Fabled king, hear those wailing horns sing
Fabled king, stained throne of suffering
Nigh it be, this lie is crumbling
Nigh it be, your last offering
Your last offering
Bring them at once
Can you hear me?
Where hath thy hand?
Need breeds necessity
