Sir Dio IV

Bow to the king there is nothing like him
let me cover his whims with my butterfly wings
you will suffer fighting what his higherness brings
till i snap your neck like a violin string

touch my En i'll strip away Ten
years from your life manipulate Nen
they will fall to the king he lives to break them
do it all for the king sophisticated

now its shaiapouf aka lord of the flies
make em go POUF in front of your eyes
what the king wants i will gladly comply 
i dont play no games and its games i despise

for his royalty loyalty's a must
humans are poultry grind em to dust
save the king from himself i would die for his trust
like a moth to the flame but im blinded by love