There he sits
On a throne of wood
Enjoying the power
He had obtained
There he sits
On a throne of stone
Without a care
For his people
There he sits
On a throne of gold
Blissfully living
Without any worry
There he sits
On a throne of sweat
Taking advantage of his power
Over the people he governs
There he sits
On a throne of blood
Sipping his wine
Enjoying luxury
There he sits
On a throne of flesh
Laughing at his slaves
Cruelly using his power
There he sits
On a throne of bones
Watching his people
Starve to death
There he sits
On a throne of bodies
With nothing to rule over
But a dead land
There he lays
On a throne of ashes
With no one who cares
For he is the Tyrant
