Rise

Tracking blood through halls of black
Within our dark lord's palace
Horns covered in filth
Fur crisp and stagnant

Come hither to thine throne
Stand amongst the fallen one
Within the ashes of the underworld
Our lord comes forth and with him
We shall rise

Stench of death and decaying eyes
A smile full of flies
Tangled hair and rancid skin
He invited me in

Come hither to thine throne
Stand amongst the fallen one
Within the ashes of the underworld
Our lord comes forth and with him
We shall rise

Bow to no one
Hail to no king

He came to me so pure in thought
And provided me the knowledge I craved

Come hither to thine throne
Stand amongst the fallen one
Within the ashes of the underworld
Our lord comes forth and with him
We shall rise

Hail to no king
Hail to no god



Credits
Writer(s): Bob Mitchell, Phil Radford
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