Thunder howls The King will rise again The time has come to pay for all your sins Silence shattered by his gasping cries His savage touch will end your world of lies
Crown upon his head King of the Dead
Who has dared to desecrate his crypt Shall soon be hanging lifeless in his grip Who has dared to stalk him in the gloom For he has freshly risen from the tomb
Crown upon his head King of the Dead
The sword descends the blood shall fall like rain Its rising tide will cleanse your world of pain His grip will rob the living of their breath For as he ruled in life he rules in death
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