Accidents might happen
Lots of piteous events
Castles built might bust at once
My business gonna burn
Chained to a golden throne
I cannot move my feet
Sword above about to fall
Slave to my divinity
Countless knives in my back
Hundreds of sons slowly breaking my neck
Godfather
Godfather
Godfather
Mighty almighty
Kneeling fake delinquents
They come to visit me
Drowning in indeptedness
They kiss my stonecold cheek
Expedient to a**a**inate
The one who holds the strings
Strangling their allegiance
Subdued by evil things
Countless knives in my back
Hundreds of sons slowly breaking my neck
Godfather
Godfather
Godfather
Mighty almighty
Procession is still waiting
In the darkened silent hall
Completely came to watch me
Writhing in my blood
Like paralysed they hesitate
None to be the first
To slay that evil old man
k** the mighty almighty
Countless knives in my back
Hundreds of sons slowly breaking my neck
Godfather
Godfather
Godfather
Mighty almighty