You cared not for life
Yet you lived it, in false charm
Sold spirit will wither within your soul
Before the seas are calm
I never gave you my permission
To go out and kill my brother
The end will not be sweet
Nor older will it be swift
Your children will despise you
For the life you lived
I never gave you my permission
To go out and kill my sister
Power hungry blatant liar
Cold eyed mercenary
You will not be able to die
At the end of your repertory
I never gave you my permission
To in my name, kill another
Your grave will not be revered
Yellow lilies and bilberry grow
Their roots will eat at your bones
To late better ones to sow
I never gave you my permission
Did I, did I, mister! |  |
