Regal Zone

Coronets rest on a death's head mask
No-one is safe while the curfew lasts
But crusted orbs glitter, scepters gleam
While helmets of blood fill the screenThey look away and then they say
"For the good of the land, for the love of the man"
Standing alone, sitting alone
On the throne of the regal zoneOld limbs hang in the torture room
While old kings hang in the portrait room
Their noble eyes gaze on the uneasy dance
Of the squirming body on the marble plateThey look away and then they say
"For the good of the land, for the love of the man"
Standing alone, sitting alone
On the throne of the regal zoneRegal zone, alone
Standing alone, sitting alone
Alone, regal zone
Alone, regal zone
Regal zone
Regal zoneThey look away and then they say
"For the good of the land, for the love of the man"
Standing alone, sitting alone
Alone, regal zone
Alone, regal zone
Alone, regal zone
Regal zone
Alone, regal zone