t die in this place. You can't live in this place. I can see it in your scared face. There will be no new beginning 'cause you are fake. Can't you see
The dark silouette of the creature poised, crouched on the corner of a cliffs edge waits eagerly, eyes glare patiently. Red eyes filled with fire and
is! I deserve the throne, the sceptre and the cloakwoven out of blood. Is the crown for me? Yes, it is! I deserve the cloak woven out of blood, because of blood
murders art Tempted by blood, Bleed for me, close your eyes and let my knife set your soul free Murder - the beginning of her end blood - of the deceased
time in divine servitude And thus a strange new melody Of will and wanton fantasies Whetted by the veiled, seen Danced from His ashen lips In red dawn
under a blood-red sky, the king still sup- press the rebellian lie. He is the one, the self-chosen son, master of the throne he rules upon. The sacred
red blood cells into dead blood cells Using microscopic utensils within your entrails Pushing the limit of your chromo sols Sitting on the throne made
days before, had been slaked with Roman blood... and its blade would soon be red once more with the blood of my captors, by all the gods!) and nodded
time in divine servitude And thus a strange new melody Of will and wanton fantasies Whetted by the veiled, seen Danced from his ashen lips In red dawn
Of time in divine servitude And thus a strange new melody Of will and wanton fantasies Whetted by the veiled, seen Danced from his ashen lips In red
: The dark silouette of the creature poised, crouched on the corner of a cliffs edge waits eagerly, eyes glare patiently. Red eyes filled with fire and
fury Cursed by a single glance, onward to victory - the floors soaked with blood Feel the winds of burning spells blowing upon the throne! Swing the
turning red blood cells into dead blood cells Using microscopic utensils within your entrails Pushing the limit of your chromo sols Sitting on the throne
The Dawn of The New Beginning Was Seen From The Mountain Where The Kings of Northern Might Were Gathered To CLaim Their Throne Their Eyes Were Cold
