I wrote a nice little bit of song lyrics today. Just imagine the stereotypical metal screamer.
In the end there will be nothing
Except you and I
I'll kill you like I did the rest
And take my crown when you die!
King! of the world
Sting! of my sword
there'll be nothing left but bodies and I'll have filed away regret
and me, the hero, the king, will stand here, hell-bent
On CONTROL!!