You can't hurt a king with iron and blaze
I would never want a king to catch a fever
I hope the letter to Spain is fast
I hope the sugar cane is golden, the singing servant, the law
At each new cream the open door gets in despair
The arrow is aimed at the sky above
Each caravel that waits for the return of the era
Chimera, the fish knife, and the spite
You can't silence a song, a disagreement
The language that separates the prayer
And that eludes the same God
You can't find any relics in the deep sea
Making the woods recreate havoc
At each new cream the open door gets in despair
The arrow is aimed at the sky above
Each caravel that waits for the return of the era
Chimera, the fish knife, and the spite
Decimating the king, I'm the king
Turning the king into a victim, I'm the king
A feverish outlaw from everywhere, my mistake
From the shroud to the fish knife I used
Each single eluded prayer I preached
Discovering my heart, unbound
Now I know
Consummating the king, I'm the king
Turning the king into a victim, I'm the king
A feverish outlaw from everywhere, my mistake
From the shroud to the fish knife I used
Each single eluded prayer I preached
Discovering my heart, unbound
Now I know
You can't hurt a king with iron and blaze
I would never want a king to catch a fever
You can't silence a song, a disagreement
The language that separates the prayer
And that eludes the same God