Flames lick upon my soul
As I betray those I hold close
To praise, worship, extol
You my king I shall unclose.
Betrayal and strife I interpose
For gifted anger is how I grew
My ambitious might deepens my woes
For I would be anything for you.
Your spirit, the prince hath stole
His aims I shall expose
The thrown be his final goal.
As blessed kin arise your foes,
The onyx plot we wish compose
The fe...