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What I am telling is the story of a king

Who hated himself and his throne because

Father of whom called him king

He could not tell him "...my little son..."

"...I am your father...""...oh poor me..."

These are the words that he the great king

Took with him , 'till he went mad

But he hid all this 'cause he was the king!



And our damsel now the honour she will have

To be the chosen spouse of our regal majesty.

She'll never be more fine

Than the day In which she'll have

To marry a worthy man but

That she will never love.

Never she'll know what love is

But chains in her heart she'll have

Only she will swear peace and loyalty...

Peace and loyalty... Peace and loyalty...



But the white of wedding dress

Will soon red with blood become

She took a solemn oath

Of bloody woeful loyalty.

"...the  spectre of cruel death

It one day will punish me..."

Nobody ' ll ever have to know

Of the Atrocious truth.



People , toast dance and rejoice

Today is a great day the start of a kingdom

Made of..  ..of honour and justice

In the name of the Lord , and of our king!