Emperor

Oh now don't worry he's an emperor
He'll burn up your heart
No don't forget his interior
Its a mansion's noble part

Now the Sun never sets on his empire
He spends seven lives on his art
For what he's created, he's destroyed in the fire
And it's burned several holes in his heart

Now Judas he was a liar, a deceiver right from the start
But he believed with all his desire
In the empire of his heart
Now silver coins they could buy him
And gold could turn his will
But what he conspired was for an empire
And a prophecy to fulfill

Yes now here is the empire
Here is the loquacious machine
And it turns a dark will, as a Satanic mill
And it makes a mockery of the heart

The Sun never sets on his empire
The sun will continue to rise
But the day will end
When he can't find a friend
And his empire will be his only prize