Place your heavy armour upon my weary frame
A cloak of silk and ermine skin, it's all the same
My statuettes don't remind me of who I am
My portraits resemble a dying man

Years of desperation
Running from my fate
God save the king
Lord have mercy

There is no royal medic
My kingdom, my kingdom for a horse
My predicament of sovereignty
I simply cannot endorse

Will I ever bleed for my country?
What monarch fights his own battles?
I hide behind the emblems of nobility
Men, never cease to obey me
Defend my life
Mark my words of victory, so void of meaning

Days of anticipation, horror in their wake
A crown upon a coward's head doth not a ruler make
My feeble back, my spineless, gutless stand
My poor posture, a heart that beats unmanned

There is no royal medic
My kingdom, my kingdom for a horse
My predicament of sovereignty
I simply cannot endorse
Men, never cease to obey me
Defend my life
Mark my words of victory, so void of meaning