The King Is Dead

“Look no more;
Only the weak use their eyes,
But I, I will teach you right.
Come with me, come inside,
Spread your sails, shed your pride
And don’t mind those salty sips
That drag you down.

You’ll just be gone and I’ll
Sing on and on,
And on and on and on
To capture the next one.

Long live the king, the king is dead.
Your prayers won’t call him back to your bed
With all this blood I’ve laced upon the moon.
No spells of tricks will bring him home,
Long live the king, the king is mine,
The king is dead.

An addict to my tones,
You will drink me till you say when,
And then you’ll have to drink some more.
You’ll love me like the devil loves
To drink his water laced with wine,
But you won’t like him be called an angel
When you fall.

You’ll just be gone and I’ll
Sing on and on,
And on and on and on
To capture the next one.

Long live the king, the king is dead.
Your prayers won’t call him back to your bed
With all this blood I’ve laced upon the moon.
No spells of tricks will bring him home,
Long live the king, the king is mine,
The king is dead.

One day I’ll be conquered by a wily voice and eyes
And my tomb will be the place where great cities rise.
And the queen will be dead, long live the queen.
And the queen will be dead, long live the queen!”

_{[ King – The Romanovs ]}


If you don’t know The Romanovs, go listen to them on Youtube NOW. It’s woth it, I swear.
As most of the concepts for this shoot, this one was suggested by Luisa (a fellow The Romanovs enthusiast, who introduced them to me). The strongest connection is with the first verse, of course.

Photo, editing: Me
Concept, model: Luisa