Death is nothing but to live defeated
Is to die every day
A throne is only a bench covered with velvet
Our actions always will remain
In life we're either kings or pawns of men
There are no accidents, ti's fate misnamed
The glory is fleeting but a glorious name
Echoes through all eterniry
Who we are is what we do
As history is a set of lies agreed upon
Time is the great art of man
Our imagination rules the world