The chair of spikes
A person can't sit well
Every time he has to shift
Yet he can't let it go
The chair of spikes
The power flows in swiftly
In a moment he can summon
Every warlord will bow
The greed of power
It flows bad in the mind
It will corrupt the person
The dark hell will smile
The chair of spikes
A person can't sit well
On the wrong way
The power through the back door
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