Heir To None

Majesty, call your silent court for thee
Celebrate, prop foul pomp on wooden stakes
Primacy, purge what's filthy in our streets
Consummate, a posh dream of lunacy.

Orations linger in empty halls
I, the heir to none
True heir to none, phantom acropolis
True heir to none, phantom acropolis.

Majesty, call your silent court for thee
Celebrate, prop foul pomp on wooden stakes
Primacy, purge what's filthy in our streets
Consummate, a posh dream of lunacy.

Fabled king, hear those wailing horns sing
Fabled king, stained throne of suffering
Nigh it be, this lie is crumbling
Nigh it be, your last offering.

Exile's creation, self-imposed fate
Ego's defacement, banished by hate
False kingdom of no flag and no rule to keep
Shunned sultan with no purpose, trapped in the bleak.

Fabled king, hear those wailing horns sing
Fabled king, stained throne of suffering
Nigh it be, this lie is crumbling
Nigh it be, your last offering
Your last offering.

Bring them at once
Can you hear me?
Where hath thy hand?
Need breeds necessity.