Kill the Father

You may claim the throne of kings But we're all the same All you did was swing a blade And kill the father What is it inside your head That makes you so vain? An instrument of murder now reigns You hate all who came before It makes you so cold All the lies you let fall out Made us your enemy All the worship you demand Only makes you bold What makes your legacy? You shift your shape To give bastards to the world Young enemy of time and space Let your seed become unfurled You let loose the light on all those Whom you despise You make think your judgement fair But All know better Who can truly love someone Who demands a prize? Who could even pretend to care? You've run away with your ambition Loyalties lost And the woman at your right Couldn't be clearer You descend upon the world To betray her trust Making men who are half-divine You shift your shape To give bastards to the world Young enemy of time and space Let your seed become unfurled You may claim the throne of kings But we're all the same All you did was swing a blade And kill the father What is it inside your head That makes you so vain? An instrument of murder now reigns You shift your shape To give bastards to the world Young enemy of time and space Let your seed become unfurled