Perfect is the life of king The life was mine when he died Too young to rule an empire Perfect was the life of king Ignore my incestuous background Gods don't die, why should I It's my divine right But doubts begin to cloud my mind Much has been written about Father's immortality If he hasn't died, where is he now? I'm a victim of a mortal life I want immortality in the memory of man I'm only made of flesh and bone Put my name on a body of stone I'm a victim of a mortal life I want immortality in the memory of man Build me lasting monuments Leave me in my peaceful sleep Perfect is the life of king But he didn't tell me life would end