Your Majesty کے بول

Fanfare and banners for the accolade On the altar lies a pillow with a shiny blade The arrival of the irony I can make a better ceremony than you do for me I have seen the essence of blood, flesh and bone Amputation for the royalty sitting on the throne Might and magic, heavy iron sky I can see no hero When the blade is right before my eye I'm not your kind and I won’t bow to you The plains of fallen knights hallowed for shaming you In the sky the coat of arms But the flag is painted red Your Majesty, I refuse Your kingdom’s for the dead Eight pawns, two bishops, two knights for the King Sacrificing in a gambit dance around the Queen I know fire ain’t no sorcery There is no tomorrow when the children man the armory I'm not your kind and I won’t bow to you The plains of fallen knights hallowed for shaming you In the sky the coat of arms But the flag is painted red Your Majesty, I refuse Your kingdom’s for the dead