The King Is Dead

Assassin, Assassin They've come to take his life They wave the flag of Anarchy And chant "The King Must Die" The overthrow of authority, must start with his demise And so the witches all concede that we must close his eyes The King Is Dead, The King Is Dead Royal blood will flow like wine When the hands of death break free To grip at last the majestic soul of this our dying king We'll pay no homage to this man, his death means But one thing The prophecy has been fulfilled to let you people sing The King Is Dead, The King Is Dead We'll throw his head to the ground To show he wears no crown We'll stone them till they bleed To the wolves, them will feed All we need is a lock from his hair And then we'll soon be there The spell will then begin His life will surely end He'll not see you coming, all he'll see is the flash Of the shimmering steel Rush of the pain, from the venomous sting Will surely force him to kneel The kiss of death upon his lips The cold embrace of doom The sudden attack of anxiety Will begin to end very soon