A Tale Of Two Tyrants
There he stands, the scoundrel king
Surrounded by his scoundrel guard
Our plan is to take him quick
Hit him strong and hit him hard
As you sweep down and take his throat
The despot, he exists no more
My men surround him and take his crown
The empire comes crumbling down
And now the king is dead
Rest in spikes does his head
Maim those he called his own
As I ascend the throne
And as my first decision
I order you imprisoned
You are my biggest threat
Winged assassin, you're sentenced to death!
You, my soldier distinguished
Forever will be extinguished
I announce a grand banquet
We celebrate your doomed fate
And no sign must still remain
Of the kind that ruled this place
From the ashes of all that's lost
We raise the empire of albatross
Take down what remains
Leave no trace of the king
An albatross shall be carved in stone
And unveiled at dining
Un Cuento de Dos Tiranos
Ahí está, el rey bribón
Rodeado por su guardia bribona
Nuestro plan es tomarlo rápido
Golpearlo fuerte y golpearlo duro
Mientras te abalanzas y tomas su garganta
El déspota, ya no existe más
Mis hombres lo rodean y toman su corona
El imperio se desmorona
Y ahora el rey está muerto
Descansa en picos su cabeza
Desfigura a aquellos a quienes llamaba suyos
Mientras asciendo al trono
Y como mi primera decisión
Te ordeno encarcelado
Eres mi mayor amenaza
¡Asesino alado, estás sentenciado a muerte!
Tú, mi soldado distinguido
Para siempre serás extinguido
Anuncio un gran banquete
Celebramos tu destino condenado
Y no debe quedar señal alguna
Del tipo que gobernaba este lugar
De las cenizas de todo lo perdido
Elevamos el imperio del albatros
Derribamos lo que queda
No dejes rastro del rey
Un albatros será tallado en piedra
Y revelado en la cena