§7 lyrics

And now Time to say goodbye I vow to lovelorn Gemini As part of paragraph seven I bestow upon you Both a number of artifacts of immense personal value to me Wearing the family crest I hope they can serve as a reminder of the fragility of heritage A, a king's (a king's) Child (child) A king's (a king's) Scion blood from me Effectively, these heirlooms are in essence worthless Still I consider them a token of my innermost sympathy Pass them on to generations to come The liberation of the wealthy, once perpetually shackled by greed The wretched instead, elated and basking in solace In flock of kings, I am inconoclast Broken bloodline seeping to emptiness A melancholy victory, a triumph for heresy Saved a daughter in line of disaster Cursed! Shed no tears on your maker's tomb A, a king's (a king's) Child (child) Scion (scion) Deus, Patriam, Rex, Sanguis