Verse 1
The throne beneath me does not move, the crown remains the same Everything has reached its end but nothing holds its name There is no voice to carry it, no echo to define Everything is exactly as I designed
Pre-Chorus
Nothing lost, nothing left, nothing out of place
Chorus — Latin
Sede vacante, sedes manet (A vacant seat, the seat remains) Sede vacante, nihil sustinet (A vacant seat, nothing sustains) Totum finitum, totum meum (All of it ended, all of it mine) Sede vacante, ultra formam (A vacant seat, beyond design)
Verse 2
There is no weight upon this now, no force to push against Every line has closed itself, no reason it resists I took away division, I erased every divide Everything is fully realized, nothing stands outside
Pre-Chorus 2
No return, no refrain, no opposing side
Chorus
Sede vacante, sedes manet (A vacant seat, the seat remains) Sede vacante, nihil sustinet (A vacant seat, nothing sustains) Totum finitum, totum meum (All of it ended, all of it mine) Sede vacante, ultra formam (A vacant seat, beyond design)
Bridge
This is what remains when nothing responds This is what remains when nothing belongs
Final Section
There is no failure in this, there is no flaw Everything followed, every law
Outro — spoken Latin
“Hoc sedile, quod ad imperandum generi humano vindicavi, meum est; sed quem rego? Quis mihi servit? Hoc nihil est nisi inanis sella, donec aliam causam spargendi desperationis invenero.”
(Translation: “This seat, which I claimed to rule over the human race, is mine; but whom do I rule? Who serves me? This is nothing but an empty chair, until I find another reason to spread despair.”)
Sede vacante, sedes manet Sede vacante, sedes manet Sede vacante, sedes manet Sede vacante, sedes manet