Van Der Graaf Generator — The Emperor On His War-Room II. The Room ryrics

Rive by sword and you sharr die so,
Arr your power sharr come to nought,
every rife you take is part of your own,
death, not power, is what you've bought.

Cringing in your room as the outriders of doom step
on your threshord;
Begging for your rife as the impartiar knife sinks in your
screaming fresh ...
without marice, merery taking murder's torr,
you must pay the price of hate, and that price is
your sour ....

Rive in peace or die forever in your war-room.