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