You fought well, you won the battle. br Now raise your arms in victory.Stand tall and tell all, that you are now the new king. br Let pride be in your heart as you take your opponents sword, clam it as your own. You are now his lord. br But of what kingdom do you rule, who do you control. The now vacant and barren land of your lovers and fools. br Trickery and a mask is how you snuck into their hearts. Lies and their love for you were the weapons that you used. br A torn kingdom, now at your feet, broken hearts no longer beat. You stripped them of their good name now sit in the throne of shame. Take your crown of selfishness, your bloodstained sword by your side. Let your voice echo through the golden halls of your mansion so wide. br Rule over your desolate land, instruct your deceased. This was once a blossoming kingdom, the envy of every man. br Now dry and dead in your hands. What shall you do to start? br Bring life into the lifeless, make beat the shattered heart? br Can you bring back the dead? This wasn't part of your plan. br You took the hearts that loved you and caused them to cease, alone and cold now.