Whispers spreading like wildfire "The king is dead, the king is dead" Higher and higher, a message so dire "The king is dead, yes, the king is dead" Don't know why this was my burden to bear There he is slumped over his chair Drenched in blood, draped in gold How did my heart become so cold? Dagger in hand, venomous greed Power left behind When the dust settles I have to wear a mask To be ready for this task Shouting outside, black smoke rise "The king is dead, the king is dead" Ascending in rank due to his demise "The king is dead, yes, the king is dead" I know why this was my burden to bear There I am an adviser light as air Childless ruler, I'm next in line No one knows the price I payed Dagger in hand, venomous greed Red is the blade When the dust settles I have to wear a mask To be ready for this task When the dust settles I have to wear a mask To be ready