Long Live the King
Long live the King!... The King is dead,He who had sworn to rule for ayeWhere now I swear to reign insteadO’er hearts that hate and hands that slayHearts that hate as hot as they....Hark to my blooded sea-dogs sing:(For fallen lord small care have they)“The King is dead: Long live the King!”Beneath his keel the waves were redFrom tropic tide to Baltic bay;Voices of vengeance on his headIn dying gasp from lips of greyLivened the languor of his way;If those dead souls do know this thing,Chuckle they not to hear men say:“The King is dead: Long live the King?”The fame he wooed my name shall wed,A world shall bend beneath my sway,For every crimson drop he shedFull flood will I, from out this dayWhen first in battle-stained arrayI heard my blooded sea-dogs sing,Standing above him where he lay:“The King is dead: Long live the King!”
Long live the King!... The King is dead,He who had sworn to rule for ayeWhere now I swear to reign insteadO’er hearts that hate and hands that slayHearts that hate as hot as they....Hark to my blooded sea-dogs sing:(For fallen lord small care have they)“The King is dead: Long live the King!”Beneath his keel the waves were redFrom tropic tide to Baltic bay;Voices of vengeance on his headIn dying gasp from lips of greyLivened the languor of his way;If those dead souls do know this thing,Chuckle they not to hear men say:“The King is dead: Long live the King?”The fame he wooed my name shall wed,A world shall bend beneath my sway,For every crimson drop he shedFull flood will I, from out this dayWhen first in battle-stained arrayI heard my blooded sea-dogs sing,Standing above him where he lay:“The King is dead: Long live the King!”
Long live the King!... The King is dead,He who had sworn to rule for ayeWhere now I swear to reign insteadO’er hearts that hate and hands that slayHearts that hate as hot as they....Hark to my blooded sea-dogs sing:(For fallen lord small care have they)“The King is dead: Long live the King!”
Long live the King!... The King is dead,
He who had sworn to rule for aye
Where now I swear to reign instead
O’er hearts that hate and hands that slay
Hearts that hate as hot as they....
Hark to my blooded sea-dogs sing:
(For fallen lord small care have they)
“The King is dead: Long live the King!”
Beneath his keel the waves were redFrom tropic tide to Baltic bay;Voices of vengeance on his headIn dying gasp from lips of greyLivened the languor of his way;If those dead souls do know this thing,Chuckle they not to hear men say:“The King is dead: Long live the King?”
Beneath his keel the waves were red
From tropic tide to Baltic bay;
Voices of vengeance on his head
In dying gasp from lips of grey
Livened the languor of his way;
If those dead souls do know this thing,
Chuckle they not to hear men say:
“The King is dead: Long live the King?”
The fame he wooed my name shall wed,A world shall bend beneath my sway,For every crimson drop he shedFull flood will I, from out this dayWhen first in battle-stained arrayI heard my blooded sea-dogs sing,Standing above him where he lay:“The King is dead: Long live the King!”
The fame he wooed my name shall wed,
A world shall bend beneath my sway,
For every crimson drop he shed
Full flood will I, from out this day
When first in battle-stained array
I heard my blooded sea-dogs sing,
Standing above him where he lay:
“The King is dead: Long live the King!”
L’ENVOI
Dead foe, the world is mine today!Yet Time to me this hour must bringWhen I, as you, shall hear them say:“The King is dead: long live the King!”
Dead foe, the world is mine today!Yet Time to me this hour must bringWhen I, as you, shall hear them say:“The King is dead: long live the King!”
Dead foe, the world is mine today!
Yet Time to me this hour must bring
When I, as you, shall hear them say:
“The King is dead: long live the King!”