Accidents might happen Lots of piteous events Castles built might bust at once My business gonna burn Chained to a golden throne I cannot move my feet Sword above about to fall Slave to my divinity Countless knives in my back Hundreds of sons slowly breaking my neck Godfather Godfather Godfather Mighty almighty Kneeling fake delinquents They come to visit me Drowning in indeptedness They kiss my stonecold cheek Expedient to assassinate The one who holds the strings Strangling their allegiance Subdued by evil things Countless knives in my back Hundreds of sons slowly breaking my neck Godfather Godfather Godfather Mighty almighty Procession is still waiting In the darkened silent hall Completely came to watch me Writhing in my blood Like paralysed they hesitate None to be the first To slay that evil old man Kill the mighty almighty Countless knives in my back Hundreds of sons slowly breaking my neck Godfather Godfather Godfather Mighty almighty