Heir to None

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