Bitter King

Worthless, pointless, fearless
It's time to make my stand
From lowly roots I rise to
Subjugate this land

The king he rules (sword in hand)
His peace through wrath (sword in hand)
Peasant souls (oh, oh)
Pave his path

All this blood on my hands
And what, have I gained?
In search of ivory towers
Always ends in pain (pain)

The king he rules (sword in hand)
His peace through wrath (sword in hand)
Peasant souls (oh, oh)
Pave his path

My beloved peasants
I cannot sit still upon my throne to which God has rightfully placed me
For the benefit of our kingdom, we need more wealth, we need more territory
I, need more

Fear my crown
Inside I'm torn
Bow before
This bitter king

The king he rules
The king he rules
The king he rules
The king he rules