| Assassin, Assassin
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| They’ve come to take his life
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| They wave the flag of Anarchy
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| And chant «The King Must Die»
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| The overthrow of authority, must start with his demise
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| And so the witches all concede that we must close his eyes
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| The King Is Dead, The King Is Dead
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| Royal blood will flow like wine
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| When the hands of death break free
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| To grip at last the majestic soul of this our dying king
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| We’ll pay no homage to this man, his death means
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| But one thing
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| The prophecy has been fulfilled to let you people sing
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| The King Is Dead, The King Is Dead
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| We’ll throw his head to the ground
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| To show he wears no crown
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| We’ll stone them till they bleed
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| To the wolves, them will feed
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| All we need is a lock from his hair
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| And then we’ll soon be there
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| The spell will then begin
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| His life will surely end
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| He’ll not see you coming, all he’ll see is the flash
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| Of the shimmering steel
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| Rush of the pain, from the venomous sting
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| Will surely force him to kneel
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| The kiss of death upon his lips
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| The cold embrace of doom
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| The sudden attack of anxiety
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| Will begin to end very soon |