No Crown Necessary

Don't hand me a crown, as it won't serve me here-- Lend to me a might sword, In my clutch, I will hold dear. This is no love here, there's no kingdom that I shall rule In my court there are no jesters Only you that plays the fool And by this sword, on the Battlefield of Love, I shall live and die-- with grace, honor and dignity I'll rule with iron fists, Besides the lies on lips of false lovers, The blades of tongues like sharpened swords, are the sweetest kiss