The road to the throne, is littered with corpses.
With each step,

Their blood stains your heels.

Closer to salvation, and yet,
Deeper in sin -
The road to freedom comes at
A cost of the same.

The road to the throne, is littered with corpses,
And one of these corpses,
Is of your heart.

Old, black,
rotten -
Festering.

Closer to salvation, and yet,
Never have you been

So far

Away.