The Man Who's Fouled The Throne
     Marie d'Atenveldt

     The revel hall is silent, the shadows growing long
     Though you may cause the Sun to set, you do not cause the dawn
     The trees have ceased to rustle, the birds no longer sing
     All nature seems to wonder at this tyrant of a King

     The hour is fast approaching when we come into our own
     You'll leave the ring and scepter; no longer foul our throne
     Before that fatal hour when you must meet your fate
     Pray gaze upon the royal crown - and think of we who wait.

     This cap of burnished metal is the symbol of a land
     Supporting all we cherish; dreams you don't understand 
     The weight you'll find is nothing; too much, if Honor's gone:
     The burden of this Crown began the day YOU put it on.

     See how the jewels sparkle as you gaze on it, my lord:
     Each facet is a subject whose rights you have ignored
     Every point of light a battle that you must fight alone
     For many are the enemies of the man who's fouled the throne.

     And now you stand before us, the crown is off your head
     Look well upon your nightmares that you thought safely dead
     Look well upon your nightmares, they're gathered here today
     For they all stand before you, to take your crown away.