If I enter the lair of the master, higher than mighty
No more mightier than he Damnation for certain
If I'm founded unworthy of wanting a maiden as fair as she be
The waves of distinction no more explicit than they're meaning
Hell bent in his favor to the King
In his seat - all kneel before him, together living in the present
No more hiding from view
The walk to the castle, a knock on the door
Echoes of footsteps as he approached down the hall
I'm shaking, like an insect, inept under feet
In his presence, so obtrusive, his reaction to me
The waves of distinction no more explicit than they're meaning
Hell bent in his favor to the King
In his seat - all kneel before him, now we're living in the present
Nothing hidden from view
Watching his highness, finally focusing his sight
Extracting the question and expecting a fight
I kneel before him oh the mighty of masters
I kneel before him and splay at his feet
Hell bent in his favor to the King in his seat - all kneel before him
It's so hard living in the present, nothing hidden from view