Your pride and music ended here
In the world of the dead
Worms are your blanket
Maggots are your bed
Now you have eternally fallen
You have brought down lives
Now you are brought down yourself
Now you are deep in the land of the dead
Those who see you now will ask
So this man is not this more than?
This man who made the world trembles?
And shook up kingdoms?
This man who put innocent ones in prison?
And refuse to let them go alive?
You have murdered many
You delighted so much in evil
Now your family will be forgotten forever
And your sons will pay the crimes you committed
They won’t ever be called a leader
At last
The wicked man dies
Relief to many lives
