Butcher King Wilshire

I move like an immortal
I want to live forever
These people bow to me
I will live forever

Butcher, prepare this feast
For I am the king
Raise your glasses as we toast
The greatest King that ever was

Through strength in numbers I cannot be harmed
I laugh at all those who aspire to take my throne

The blood that flows through my veins
It rules all men, it will not
It shall not, ever run dry

This bow will never be broken
These hands will never grow old
I will bow to no one
This crown is mine, and mine alone

You're the voice of a thousand faces
Your cunning is almost believable
Like a whisper in the night I've waited
For morning brings your fall

I will never bow at your knees

this bow will never be broken
these hands will never grow old
i will bow to no one
this crown is mine, and mine alone

this bow will never be broken
these hands will never grow old
by the bane of my sword
i shout freedom.