Little puppet boy,
What are you doing here?
Did you follow the stories
Of a man who doesn't fear?
Little puppet boy,
It seems you're on the run
There's a fire in the distance,
But these words are far from warm
Did you think, I'd sing your song?
Well you aren't versed
In the Art of War, the Art of War
Give me a seat, I'll watch with glee
As they drop to the floor
I'll make an offering
Your heart is clear as glass
It's honestly pathetic
How you cling onto your flag
Yes, Little puppet boy
I've got everything you need
Come sit down at the table
I've prepared for us a feast
Did you think, I'd sing your song?
I am loyal
To the Art of War, the Art of War
There's beauty in a light that bursts
And things that hurt,
Oh puppet boy, how's your faith so ill-conceived?
Now your blood is on my hands
But I'll have my lawless dynasty
You're a puppet boy
The moon is coming out
Shining softly after battle
Upon my lawless dynasty
Hello, puppet boy
What are doing here
Did you follow the stories
Of a man who hides his fear?