You’ll be dust one day, and completely forgotten.
My sons will carry my family name. We are the royals. Cheers to me!
Your sons will be dust too, and never talked about, ever.
My public worships me. I shine in gold and silver, I am the one they write about. Sing to me!
Once dust, you’ll become a name in a chronological list of the dead kings.
I am a just king, blessed by the almighty.
You think you’re immortal?
No. I know I’ll die one day.
Like all the others.
Like all the others…
Just remember this.