For A Year I Was A King (Aztec Sacrifice)
I was a warrior
I was fierce
I was flawless.
That's why they took me.
For a year, I was a king.
They gave me women
They gave me food
They gave me fame.
I was so highly honored.
For a year, I was a king.
I ticked off the months
I ticked off the days
I ticked off the minutes.
And every second it drew closer.
For a year, I was a king.
The day came.
They sliced open my belly
They tore out my heart
They cut off my head
And then they devoured me.
For a year, I was a king.
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