Who do you think you are' You come here and wield your sword
Your highness, my lord of war, you've cut my every word
Unspoken words are stuck to the edge; what I said, I won't rephrase
Consider this a privilege, the sword cuts both ways

I will take what's rightfully mine; what always has been!

And I won't kneel down to your throne, to your feet
Fed from the taste of the defeat, and the scraps you throw at me
Your Majesty
You're not a king; you're a clown, the wrong fit for the crown
And I overthrow this monarchy

I won't let my name fall with the sands of time
For your glory, for your fame; for what's rightfully mine
Saving you from the fire of the dragon, has been an epiphany
This is not a rebellion, this is mutiny!

I will take what's rightfully mine; what always has been!

And I won't kneel down to your throne, to your feet
Fed from the taste of the defeat, and the scraps you throw at me
Your Majesty,
You're not a king; you're a clown, the wrong fit for the crown
And I overthrow this monarchy

For an eternity, your poisoned royalty
Was the curse in my veins, in which your sting remains
From now, I call the shots, on the sovereign you're not
In the fire and in the blade, in which I've forged this crusade

Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven
But I have served in hell, for far too long
I will take what's rightfully mine; what always has been!

And I won't kneel down to your throne, to your feet
Fed from the taste of the defeat, and the scraps you throw at me
Your Majesty
You're not a king; you're a clown, the wrong fit for the crown
And I overthrow this monarchy
Your Majesty
Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Your Majesty!
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Your Majesty Lyrics

Thulium – Your Majesty Lyrics