But where shall I turn when they say it's my crime?
I've only my bloodline to blame.
They took that and bound me in chains made of shame,
I say traitors still bleed just the same.
I stand here and whisper sincerity, stark -
I'd slay for the want of my name!
Somewhere a monster is wearing my face,
Like ladies would put on a gown,
How is it nobody knows what I know?
What difference is so hard to place?
It's there in his eyes, in the twist of his lip,
From his voice to his bearing - that frown.
It's like catching sight of a mirror,
And looking him straight in the eye -
I thought only dogs, cats and cretins
were too stupid to see it's a lie?
Somewhere I lost my conviction -
Maybe it's really my fault?
I'm lost in a medley of sound sight and stench
This cavern, this prison, this vault.
So how can I say I'm not guilty
when men greater than I contradict?
When hundreds of soldiers struck down by the blades
of Judges cry out for my blood?
By all rights I'm already a dead man.
What matters of words or of writ?
But I can stand tall still, if he can -
That man with whom my soul is split.
Yet I'm doubly raped in this cage of mine,
Twice he takes my name away.
For first I was branded Kingslayer -
And now I believe quite the same.
For who am I now to defend my name;
It is I who has made him this way.
Is it what I deserve,
For this country I serve,
To reject me, this ungrateful stray?
