Reliqa - Tyrant (feat. Shiraaz Rahim)

I saw my captives turn to kings, an orderly resurfacing It saved my life, but calling clear - that jester would disappear Into the fire eating away; begs something darker to reign Would I prey on a kingdom? On this day I’d break these chains again Is it what they wait for? A demon, or saint for all their sins? Arrest the fire - flame; repress; confess; and burn the rest Wondering if suffering's the gamble I’ve been willing to take Tonight my King will drown, tonight arise the Tyrant Crown Why, why do I stay? Silver, I say, isn’t worth the shining Burn my throne, take me home How, how could I see the cynic in me when she’s so divining? Burn my throne, take me home With whole consent, sell my innocence I witnessed trial, saw that jester hanging And he’d already slipped inside, but who’s still breathing? Me Who’s still breathing? Off with their heads The crown is broken, the king is dead, that tyrant calling, “off with their heads” No victor standing, for kings have bled, that king still calling, “off with their heads” An heir is falling, the air is thinning, a baron calling, “no pride in sinning” No victor prying, the shame of winning, my empress crying, “no pride in sinning” Off with their heads Why, why do I stay? Silver, I say, isn’t worth the shining Burn my throne, take me home How, how could I see the cynic in me when she’s so divining? Burn my throne, take me home With whole consent sell my innocence Turn to gold Grave to behold Burn my throne Take me home (Off with their heads)