| It’s the birthday of the Emperor
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| The cream of the realm is here
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| Kings and queens with sons and daughters
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| It’s truly a most grandiose ball
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| Nobles fill the halls
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| Like sheep, ready for slaughter
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| Oh, with rising hate I watch them dance
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| I watch them prance
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| Oh, how I loathe these haughty swine
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| I’ll rid the world of this living grime
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| Peasants are saying, oh not without glee
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| There’s an aristocrat out on a killing spree
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| A noble, thirsty for royal blood they say
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| The Beast in Velvet I’m called by my prey
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| Though my fee is great indeed
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| I’d do this for free
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| 'cause I enjoy my work immensely
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| With wit and grace I charm these fools
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| Who think they’re out of harm’s way
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| None here’s aware of my sins
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| But then again, who’d suspect a highborn prince?
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| It’s been so easy to lure my prey
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| So to my Lord I gratefully pray
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| As my victim dies by my blade
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| Shape shifting is a useful trick in my dark trade |