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Behold the royal tenderness, celebrate the golden age Pompous parade of decadence, acclaimed by the plebs And he who smiles, who cheers the most Is the ruler himself of fields so green and seas so wide His glory still shines bright Beware of those close Watch out -- betrayal grows Another empire turns to dust As an old wound opens again The actor's new, the pain sol old This is the last dance of a dying king The king must face his destiny -- even he must bow This treatment has been planned by long -- the time is now And now he feels the burning knife driven in his back He sees the face now of his wife grinning in delight Another empire turns to dust -- as history repeats itself The actor's new, the pain sol old This is the last dance of a dying king Dance... fall... whore And so his love dethroned the king The king is dead she killed the king From Letras Mania