It was all your fault, you thief!
Your love? I saw no such proof for that belief.
You took my pride and my future wife.
But worst of all you took my hope, my soul, and my life.

I am now an outcast among my own kind,
A walking skeleton with a mind.
I command with an iron fist,
But of respect I will never be kissed.

Curse you and all who you did love!
I don't care if you have forgiven me from above.
You used to call me " brother' and friend,
But of my feelings, and my will you did not defend.
You took the queen as your own,
Feeling me with hate to the bone.

But I had to kill you for what you had done,
For you see, Mufasa, Simba should have been my son!