Almighty father above please forgive me,
My wife wants me to do a deed that my heart refuses,
My mind is waging a war that has no winner,
Do I follow my heart or my love?
Lord have mercy on me,
My wants outweighed my needs,
I have done the worst sin.
The King is dead,
With his blood on my hands,
I see no end to the torment my mind has given me,
The war in my mind is over,
But one in my heart has rose.
I shall never wash my hands clean of this blood,
No matter how hard I scrub,
The memories haunt me,
His ghost watching me,
Talking to me,
Asking me why have I done this.
As the days pass,
The ghost fades away,
Never to be seen again,
Is it me? Will I feel again?
Or has my heart given in,
Never to feel pain again.
I must do it again,
My wife mustn't know,
The prophecy tells a tale of those dethroning me,
I must secure myself,
The guilt is no more as I am free from my torture.
They never saw it coming,
They should have known,
As foul is fair and fair is foul,
My throne shall not be threatened.