His palace is of skulls
His crown is the last splinter
Of the last vessel...alive
His place is amongst the skulls
His throne is scaffold of bones
Some hang things [?] by his stretcher
Carry on, carry on...
His palace is of skulls
His mode is a river of fangs...
And antlers, and tusks, and needles, and knives, and guns
Carry on, carry on, carry on
You're the king of carrion
Carry on, carry on, carry on
You're the king
His kingdom is empty now
The emptiness of the last cry...
That [wept?] hugely and hopelessly away
Away, away, away
Can't you hear the desert singing?
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Hills, and [?], and mountains ringin'
Carry on, carry on, carry on
Carry on! (x4)