The Cruel Kings Curse

With the gold paid in souls,

With the riches paid in ditches,

Take the king,

Whose rule is splayed in blood.

On this throne,

In this room,

Bind the king to his tomb.

He shall not die,

He shall not fade,

He shall suffer as he made.

In this room, forever old,

He shall suffer as he told.

Alone,

Forgotten, he shall stay,

As his kingdom fades away.