Tyrant! Coward! Lord of the land This man was driven to divide his soul Now sits among holy brethren In. His. Own. Heaven
To the world below his soul is missing But to him this mantle is his right to be given No forgiveness to those people below Oaths of vengeance to take every soul
Saves only those who live his lie Slave to desire he will reap as he sows No love for the many he leaves to die For hordes of gold will not bring sun nor snows
The godly voice in his ear Unknowingly born from demons and fear
Too late to turn back, his people are cold Once proud but now to the reapers arms sold Demonic virtues giving life to the mould Of a country's' downfall among piles of gold
Violence disguised by a mask of virtue Demons desires have a hold on his soul An uprising slumbers, wakes up in stone He cannot hold his throne against the will of his own
Now he sells off all Of his disappearing soul And that king of old Now a specter, rules his court
The old tyrant lies now recited on scrolls A slave to false prophets and tokens of gold A broken spirit still haunts the halls Where demons still inhabit the walls
All who came after now recited on scrolls All slaves to false prophets, lovers of gold Mangled spirits screaming in the halls Corrupted by those who inhabit the court
Corrupted by demons with visions of heaven Cursed by his greed, was his kingdom Eons now the people suffer No light shrouded hand to help recover
Generations of tyranny Spawned from that deceited greed First tyrant rules still within white walls All those who follow heed his call Tyrant! Coward! Lord of the land This man was driven to divide his soul Now sits among holy brethren In. His. Own. Heaven
To the world below his soul is missing But to him this mantle is his right to be given No forgiveness to those people below Oaths of vengeance to take every soul
Saves only those who live his lie Slave to desire he will reap as he sows No love for the many he leaves to die For hordes of gold will not bring sun nor snows
The godly voice in his ear Unknowingly born from demons and fear
Too late to turn back, his people are cold Once proud but now to the reapers arms sold Demonic virtues giving life to the mould Of a country's' downfall among piles of gold
Violence disguised by a mask of virtue Demons desires have a hold on his soul An uprising slumbers, wakes up in stone He cannot hold his throne against the will of his own
Now he sells off all Of his disappearing soul And that king of old Now a specter, rules his court
The old tyrant lies now recited on scrolls A slave to false prophets and tokens of gold A broken spirit still haunts the halls Where demons still inhabit the walls
All who came after now recited on scrolls All slaves to false prophets, lovers of gold Mangled spirits screaming in the halls Corrupted by those who inhabit the court
Corrupted by demons with visions of heaven Cursed by his greed, was his kingdom Eons now the people suffer No light shrouded hand to help recover
Generations of tyranny Spawned from that deceited greed First tyrant rules still within white walls All those who follow heed his call Tyrant! Coward! Lord of the land This man was driven to divide his soul Now sits among holy brethren In. His. Own. Heaven
To the world below his soul is missing But to him this mantle is his right to be given No forgiveness to those people below Oaths of vengeance to take every soul
Saves only those who live his lie Slave to desire he will reap as he sows No love for the many he leaves to die For hordes of gold will not bring sun nor snows
The godly voice in his ear Unknowingly born from demons and fear
Too late to turn back, his people are cold Once proud but now to the reapers arms sold Demonic virtues giving life to the mould Of a country's' downfall among piles of gold
Violence disguised by a mask of virtue Demons desires have a hold on his soul An uprising slumbers, wakes up in stone He cannot hold his throne against the will of his own
Now he sells off all Of his disappearing soul And that king of old Now a specter, rules his court
The old tyrant lies now recited on scrolls A slave to false prophets and tokens of gold A broken spirit still haunts the halls Where demons still inhabit the walls
All who came after now recited on scrolls All slaves to false prophets, lovers of gold Mangled spirits screaming in the halls Corrupted by those who inhabit the court
Corrupted by demons with visions of heaven Cursed by his greed, was his kingdom Eons now the people suffer No light shrouded hand to help recover
Generations of tyranny Spawned from that deceited greed First tyrant rules still within white walls All those who follow heed his callTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
