Who Will Kill the Emperor

The soldier, the jester, the monk or the prince
 Minister, the preacher, whoever would think
 The daughter the heiress, to the dark throne
 In darkness we wait, for him to be slain
 You praise the fool who falls down to false pride
 Burn in hell together when you die
 Deep in the forest they plan for the kill
 Birds dripped in poison are all they can give
 He is the Emperor, the one whom they fear
 To dine on his ashes, sacrifice him to me
 Deep red are his eyes, spits blood when he speaks
 Conquer the land and win over the souls
 Blinding the rank of the nobles and folk
 The god of war is the last hope of all
 Who have come to the shelter of the bones
 Building an army of the dead
 Hail to thee oh Emperor
 We are nothing but parasites
 Which cling to the hand that feeds
 Having to last more than rebirth
 We hate to admit our remorse
 Building an army of the dead
 Hail to thee oh Emperor
 All of manhood, both evil and sly
 But Emperor, why the fuck wont you die
 Emperor
 Die
 Why wont you die