His throne a pole and platform, his subjects the accused He doesn’t need an axe today, a rope and lever fused The crowd begins to gather, the masses are not seen His prey is all that matters, his conscience always clean
All his victims fall The noose their curtain call Death brings him sanity Dying is humanity For the Gallows Majesty
His kingdom is the underworld, a black hood his crown Fear his faithful army, for glory they are bound He craves the pain and suffering, your demise his only thought Your fate he now has sealed, smiling as you rot Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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