Barragan, Corbin, Rivera    Assassin, Assassin  They've come to take his life  They wave the flag of Anarchy  And chant "The King Must Die"  The overthrow of authority, must start with his demise  And so the witches all concede that we must close his eyes    The King Is Dead, The King Is Dead    Royal blood will flow like wine  When the hands of death break free  To grip at last the majestic soul of this our dying king  We'll pay no homage to this man, his death means  but one thing  The prophecy has been fulfilled to let you people sing    The King Is Dead, The King Is Dead    We'll throw his head to the ground  To show he wears no crown  We'll stone them till they bleed  To the wolves, them will feed    All we need is a lock from his hair  And then we'll soon be there  The spell will then begin  His life will surely end    L.B. solo A.C. solo L.B. solo A.C. solo    He'll not see you coming, all he'll see is the flash  of the shimmering steel  Rush of the pain, from the venomous sting  Will surely force him to kneel  The kiss of death upon his lips  The cold embrace of doom  The sudden attack of anxiety  Will begin to end very soon