The King's Heritage

[Verse 1] Your towered crowns will sink you down, Through hell’s own gates—when you try to drown In heaven’s light with your stolen gold. Fallen monarchs—no one kneels, no one bows. You’ll never know the why—that’s your fall, And it’s the blade that cuts the deepest of all. [Verse 2] Your last-born heir now spits on your name, A stranger’s stain on a bloodstained frame. You lost the game, and you weren’t even there. YOU taught me mercy’s weak—now choke on despair. Now watch your bloodline rot in its sleep The last of your name the earth will keep. [Chorus] My invisible sword won’t strike by hand, But by the law’s cold, iron command. The scroll unfurls with a name not your own A thrust so true through a heart turned to stone, Oh, your loneliness carved from the throne. No answers left—just the questions that feed On worms in the dark where your soul starts to bleed. Ohhhh-oh-uh-uh-ohey [Bridge] I’ll harm no one—I just let the law be. I’m not cruel—I’m finally free. I’m just vengeful—I gave truth to you. Did you think I’d spare? I gave you your due. [Verse 3] One daughter bossed her stallion ‘round too long, Till its hooves crushed her lungs to a song. The groom found her days later, caked to the floor, Reeking of rot like a blight on your door. The other? Oh, she grew a beard, And dug up the past you held her in fear. [Chorus] My invisible sword won’t strike by hand, But by the law’s cold, iron command. The scroll unfurls with a name not your own A thrust so true through a heart turned to stone, Your loneliness carved from the throne. No answers left—just the questions that feed On the worms in the dark where your soul starts to bleed. Ohhhh-oh-uh-uh-ohey [Verse 4] Ole king died—the queen's never been so alone. Your funeral should shake the stars, but none came to mourn, Only your widow stands there and cries, As the crows peck the jewels from your thighs. No deathbed forgiveness, no hand to hold, No heir to your name—a stranger takes the gold. [Outro] Oh, the king is dead and the crows are fed, No heir to your name, just the worms in your bed! When you let your child’s blood soak the ground, No drop of your line is left to be found. You carved out your name—now watch it erode.