An unmistakable doom overcomes a once towering throne Now sits atop the embers and stone of its great collapse Beckoning its once great king to restore its former glory But the day for redemption has passed into a night of reckoning Smoke from the ashes Slowly dispersed display The silhouette of a figure Come forth to its demise Fallen angel? the merciless god! This will be your resting place Your death will live in infamy His honor in resignation met with doubt The air clears, his motive revealed Once peasant cowards escort the dead When the foundations fall When the captor is the caged The people will arise They'll set this world aflame As the fires ascend from hell To purge the filth of calamity Accepting his defeat he sits at his throne Patiently awaiting their collective degradation The demons are surrounding him as a horde Constricting ivory suffocates his final breath A consummate mutilation of facial deformity Shattered sockets drowning in pools of blood Forever trapping the soul of the deceased A tomb of flesh and bone to keep him indisposed As a disfigured rotting corpse Left to feed his beloved rats Their malevolent purpose now fulfilled In an indignant artistry They're chanting an ominous hymn For eternal condemnation From the confines of their torment The peasants fearfully gather To become one with the immortal And rule for all eternity One by one they recite their requiem The sacrificial genocide of the human race What have we become? Murderers now seen as saviors? May our bodies rest in peace Below the shadows of our soulsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
