The flesh emerges Pulled from a corpse womb A scene of a mother's fatal love for her child Is drenched in the light of the blood moon Whilst clutching the warmth of his legacy The king weeps and then speaks to his faded queen "My love, rest your soul." He repeated caressing the face of a stone
Foretold was the price he would pay If his seed were to breathe The throne he would take And the coldest of the fates Will descend upon the land Long will live the king But not the same for his enemies
Even knowing all of this The king could not resist The pride that he took in his offspring For this prince flesh will rip A kingdom built on bones of foes
Through the years that would come to pass Disturbing occurrences The haunting of something more Wretched infectious slice of grim
A servant reports at the king’s request "My liege I’m not sure how to cleanse this soul." "Do what you must…" His lord insists No matter the consequence
A crash followed by the flames Interrupts the peace in the palace walls His royalty rushes from his seat to be greeted by the scene of his kingdoms fall "Sound the alarm, we are under siege!" The frail king shouts to all "Remove my son from the kingdom in secret.” He must not fall
Frantic, he collected the boy And proceeded to escape through a hidden corridor He instructed the prince to block all of this Keep a close pace And cling to your focus
Approaching the edge of the only land The boy ever knew he is more than confused But he does what he's told Proceeds into the cold with uncertainty into the unknown
The empire slaughtered the masses Those who survived were enslaved A dynasty scorned from hatred That will fester until it is savedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
