So you been chosen
To step up
In his honor
And rise above the rest
Cause your blood
You have a duty
To serve as the one
The one to rule
The one to lead
You have been chosen
A born follower to a postion
To a chair made of gold
To a fountain filled of death
To a throne filled with deciet
To a crown filled with secrecy
So go and be KING
For its only for a lifetime
Your kindness decides the length
Your marriage decides a  son
A son to take your place
Upon your death
At funeral
He will be chosen
A successor
And repeat