The King Is Dead - Helstar

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