Fallen Sovereign

How miserable, how blasphemous the attempts of the fallen,
Watching the chateau he fell from, he cannot help but grieve,
The King howls, his vassals are in everlasting woe
There’s nobody but melancholy
Yet the King lifts his hammer, he crafts the master scheme
A scheme for the Benedict of King
He grieves as he strikes the hammer, shocks his heart,
For he submitted himself, his successor
To the very dogs he once had as subjects
To the very hounds that now pierce his hands
Ah, the King couldn’t take the departure from his bride
He left his chateau, to be with his bride,
He became the catastrophe itself, to be with his bride

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