The king, his bed Sheets red, no breath My sword, his flesh My God, I'm next Framed, betrayed I'll be tried, hanged Alone, aghast A back blow, a whiplash Now I'm condemned To either death or a life of A fugitive with nothing left except a glimmer of light Light grows, footsteps My God, I'm next Oh God, it's her Horror, she turns away No please, wait! I can explain, I can explain, I can explain! Your father was slain in my name And it's clear that this all was arranged Someone we trust is trying to murder us Someone we love has left us to die And when he's found They'll all think they've figured it out That I was behind it all My God, I'm next I know a place Where we can hide away I know a place that's safe