DESMOND
SO NOW, THIS “WOULD BE” KING IS HOME WITHIN THE
KEEP.
HE WANTS TO LAY HIS ARMOR DOWN, AND HOPES THAT HE MIGHT SLEEP.
BUT EVERY NOISE AWAKES HIM, EVERY VICTIM’S TORTURED SCREAM,
AND EVERY TIME I STRIKE I MAKE A NIGHTMARE OF HIS DREAM.
WHEN YOU BLOW
UPON THE SPARK IT MAKES THE FLAMES GROW HIGHER.
WATCH AS I THROW FUEL ON THE FIRE.
HE’LL BURN WHEN I THROW FUEL ON THE FIRE.
THIS FOOL,
THIS “WOULD BE” KING, THINKS HE CAN SAVE THE DAY,
FREE ALL THE WORLD FROM TERROR, KEEP THE HUNGRY WOLVES AT BAY.
UP AND DOWN AND HERE AND THERE, HE’LL NEVER GET TO REST,
‘CAUSE EACH TIME ONE IS OVER I’LL JUST POSE ANOTHER TEST.
WHEN YOU WANT
A MAN TO DANCE JUST PULL UPON HIS WIRE.
WATCH AS I THROW FUEL ON THE FIRE.
HE’LL BURN WHEN I THROW FUEL ON THE FIRE.
ALEC
FOR MANY YEARS I’VE THOUGHT OF HOW
I’LL TAKE HIM IN, HIS DAYS ARE NUMBERED NOW.
DESMOND
HE’LL NOT ESCAPE... THERE’S NO WAY OUT...
THE TRAP IS SET... BEFORE ME HE WILL BOW!
HE DOES NOT
KNOW, THE TIME’S NOT FAR
I’LL MAKE HIM SEE THIS IS THE ART OF WAR!
THIS I VOW!
ALEC
THIS I VOW!
DESMOND
THIS DREAMER, THIS “WOULD BE” KING, GROWS OLDER
EVERY DAY.
EVERYTHING HE CHERISHED HE LETS SLOWLY SLIP AWAY.
WHEN I THROW DOWN THE GAUNTLET HE’LL RISE TO FIGHT ONCE MORE
AND WHEN I GET HIM ALL ALONE I’LL EVEN UP THE SCORE.
THE BEST WAY
TO TRAP A MAN IS WITH HIS OWN DESIRE.
WATCH AS I THROW FUEL ON THE FIRE.
HE’LL BURN WHEN I THROW FUEL ON THE FIRE.
IN HONOR OF
MY FATHER’S NAME, MY BIRTHRIGHT I’LL RECLAIM!
I’LL - BLOW UPON THE SPARK, PULL UPON HIS WIRE, USE HIS OWN DESIRE -
I’LL THROW FUEL ON THE FIRE.
