Within the sunken palace The throne stands steadfast Nicked and scarred by a thousand insurrections
Its form twisted and unrecognizable But its power undiminished
Emaciated forms Sowing the seeds of madness
Obsolete and infantile The sceptre tarnished and worthless A disease of strength
I am legion I wrench the guts from this writhing hall With the lungs of fire I exhale And paint flames upon the walls of this crumbling chamber Meaningless symbols are unto dust
The insect exposed The vestige of our infancy
None mourn All that is you is forgottenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
