「歌曲」the king's deceit-Henry Jackman

The crown is heavy with the weight of lies
A kingdom built on shifting sands
The scepter's gleam a hollow prize
In a ruler's bloodstained hands

The people cheer for what they cannot see
A monarch's mask of purest gold
But underneath the finery
A story going untold

For every law and every decree
Is just a thread within the weave
Of the grand design, the tragedy
Of the king's deceit

The tapestry of power starts to fray
With whispers in the marble hall
The truth, a beast they cannot slay
Begins to scale the wall

The mirror shows a face he doesn't know
A stranger wearing his own skin
And where the seeds of falsehood grow
A harvest of chagrin

For every law and every decree
Is just a thread within the weave
Of the grand design, the tragedy
Of the king's deceit

And when the final act is done
And all the lies are laid to bare
There stands the father to the son
With nothing left to share
But the echo in the empty air
Of the king's deceit