Lutharö - Creating A King

Fool, what they mistake me to be
A target on my back and more bounty claimed
You think I'll run?
You just became my prey.
When we meet face to face,
You will meet your grave

They say I'm scorn as a winner
They try to paint me a sinner

Go on berate me I was born for your weaponry
Obliterate any sign of me
Come on ordain yourself with my dismay,
That's okay
Drown me again in pain,
You're creating a king

Doomed, is what they want me to own
Lay in a bed of lies and call it my home
You think I'll bow?
You'll reap just what you sow
Sometimes silence will build you a throne

They say I'm scorn as a winner
They try to paint me a sinner

Go on berate me I was born for your weaponry
Obliterate any sign of me
Come on ordain yourself with my dismay,
That's okay
Drown me again in pain,
You're creating a king

I am the beast you have denied
Bound and shackled, left to die
Does this make you satisfied?
You think you're something so divine
Using power as a spine
Can you look me in the eyes?

Go on berate me I was born for your weaponry
Obliterate any sign of me
Come on ordain yourself with my dismay,
That's okay
Drown me again in pain,
You're creating a king