Rotting in their graves Their heirs still enslaved
Beheld by their spell The curse of royal birth The slaves, those who live: Their heirs- their minds, their ears!
“I've heard them in dreams Speaking, words obscene Ruling, all my will Surely, to rule is Hell!”
Enthralled by the dead Their whims the Kings are fed Their acts controlled by force The wills of kings: remorse
In the face of death A king's regret A spell once cast The curse now lasts
Now the curse of thrones All his kin have known The force of his will And those who would die still
“The Kings, they speak To me in sleep Their will, I can't evade In thoughts, I must obey…”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
