A kingdom once domineered forms a wasteland cleansed by flames
Grinding swiftly forwards, claws upon the gates Mounting every hold their stumble finds Bastard kingdom roars, screams after your blood Viscous, coursing through their minds
Breath drawing shorter still - frailty and mortality at last Amongst the surrounding horde you recognise these final thoughts Watch your heartbeat fade like seconds, feel your fleeting life surround you Embrace the clutch of eternal darkness, leave your frame behind
Your fading vision weakens, darkness overcomes you Feel the surging numbers breach your royal flesh
It burns.
Ripped from your throne, torn limb from limb Nourishing the masses you discarded Basking in your blood, feasting on your flesh Linger does the aftertaste of freedom
And with your final breath we grow This mortal kingdom overthrown We spread this ocean across the land And engulf this world in flames
It burns.
Rid your unruly governance, we're far from consummation But flames will cleanse this kingdom, our fires will cross this landTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
