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