IN THE KING'S CORRIDOR, SCROLL CLENCHED IN MY HAND
WE’RE LOSING GROUND ON THE WEST FRONT
SCORCHING ALL THE LAND
HE DIDN’T KNOW WHICH WAS TO GO
HE DIDN’T HAVE A CLUE
KILL THE MESSENGER
KILL THE MESSENGER
WE’RE ON THE ROAD TO SEE THE GHOST
THE PAST, ANCIENT UNKNOWN
CAST THE LINE AT THE WRONG TIME
I GUESS IT’S TIME TO GO
‘CAUSE I DON’T WANNA HEAR YOUR BAD NEWS
I DON’T WANNA HEAR YOUR BAD NEWS
KILL THE MESSENGER
KILL THE MESSENGER
I COMMAND THEE, I COMMAND THEE
FOR THIS IS THE VOICE FROM ABOVE
I COMMAND THEE, I COMMAND THEE
FOR THIS IS THE VOICE FROM ABOVE
TO SPREAD THE BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT
SPREAD THE BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT
KILL THE MESSENGER
KILL THE MESSENGER
SPREAD THE BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT
SPREAD THE BLOOD OF THE INNOCENT
KILL THE MESSENGER
KILL THE MESSENGER