To all he was feared During his rule, his malice was clear An angry crowd sought revenge Once he was dead the rumors began After three hundred years The castle stands preserving their fears
An ancient parchment is found To his being it's bound The tyrant waits Believing murder is just Only blood fuels his lust The castle awaits his return to kill again
Sovereign lord of the dead In his chamber the words must be read In the place he was killed At 2 am when his blood was first Under false candlelight The words are said but something's not right
The bells announce his return But his face is blistered and burned
Somewhere between life and death The monarch takes his first breath Who dares whisper his name He's born again
Monarch, Monarch Macabre Monarch, Monarch Macabre
Time to bleed Time to receive all the pleasures and passions he needs Time for peace, time for release Life is hell, life is disease
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