"Hail for my holy throne!
For I am here your lord invictus
Don't dare to touch my golden scepter
It will be an exchange of your very lives!"
Once, glimpse of heaven, now burnt of hell
After the long walk of time, we deciphered who was he
A gifted hands of generosity turned into iron hands of injustice
Bloodlust brutality, bloodshed stained the innocent land.
"Vow before me and sow the golden fields
Until you harvest my dearest golds.
Anyone who disobey will be there on stage
Guillotined head facing the fearing audience!"
Everyday, we eat insanities from his diseased-will
Living in this hell is just an infinite misery on death
The pains put us into the deepest frailty
The anguish enfeebles our tortured souls.
"Serve me 'til death, do toils forever
Live in front of suffering, not behind of luxury
Invictus am I, no one defeats my domineering power
Live within the fine line between life and death, live not with merry feasts!"
Mirage! Your grog betrayed our sleeping minds!
The sudden touch of poison put others to an early burial
Fearing himself, worship on his throne, his passion of intelligence
But for all, we only see his past generosity in vain!
