By the order of the royal crown, here
Today you die,
One last breath you have to take, one
Last chance to cry.
Do not beg that your life be spared, your
Plea will go unheard,
The sword is raised and ready to fall, have
You any final words.
To control a death is to control a life, such
Is the control we have of you,
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, we see
Everything that you do.
Maybe then you'll come to see that death
Is our treasured gift,
The gates of heaven are pushed aside, we
Give you a needed lift.
