I’ve already lost the crown,
Now I’m loosing my mind;
What would become with the people
Of kingdom I’ve burned?
All bridges are crossed,
All the battles are lost;
What would become with the people
Of kingdom abandoned?
The guards are all drunk
With the wine of my life;
I don’t care what to follow,
Leave the gates open wide…
And what about the people?
Just burn them… I don’t mind…
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