King of the North

Upon a cloud
The king of stones sat down
There's no turning back now
Calamity has been unbound
Wearing the crown
Looking down so tall
Alone in a pale tower
The hour has bled out
Smiling shining death
The wound upon its head
This is not a game
This is not a game
This is not a game
This is not a game

Standing alone
Calling out my will
Under my boot
The world will kneel
The thrones were cast down
The power ripped from the clouds
Thunder in their heads
Winged, approaching death
Look up to the sky
Your father's face is a lie
Made of glass and broken stone
Their lying eyes are all you're shown



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Cory Snyder
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