Forgotten Kings
The chained up body is rotting in a prison
Frostbite, skin turning black as it falls from the limbs
Ancient gods sentenced for eternity
Crooked judge, a thousand years spent in isolation
Abandoned and trapped
Hidden from the sight of the world
Sharpened stones are grinding into the skin
The iron mask is pushing rusty spikes into the face
Blackened vultures circling, purple blood runs down the chin
Crush me, burn me, deliver me from pain
A crown of thorns decorating the skull
The purple blood runs down thе chin
Thin air poisoning my curse ridden helplеss mind
Eternal circle, every day is living hell in this world
False idols perishing to the masses
Filled up with haughtiness and pride
Degenerate and viciousness
The cries of pain howled through the hall
They get drunken with power, again and again
Serve your sentence, shackled to a mountain summit
As the sky will break open
Kneel before the graveside of forgotten kings
Shiver to the power of forgotten kings
Of forgotten kings
Wine tastes like salty water
Bread tastes like rotten flesh
As the sun and the moon rise and set
Eagles nourish from my guts
Pecking their beaks in my flesh
A river of blood streaming down the glaciers
Hands go numb and fingers lost
Never ending torment
Runes are carved into the crumbling stone below my feet
Read the words, bite my tongue, spitting blood upon the snow
Bow my head, icy hail
Please lord take my hand and save my soul
Rot in hell
As they announce the final judgement
Verdict was spoken by the gods
Hammer has fallen
Embrace armageddon
My hollowed soul died in the face of the holy mother
Serve your sentence, shackled to a mountain summit
As the sky will break open
Kneel before the graveside of forgotten kings
Shiver to the power of forgotten kings
Of forgotten kings
Frostbite, skin turning black as it falls from the limbs
Ancient gods sentenced for eternity
Crooked judge, a thousand years spent in isolation
Abandoned and trapped
Hidden from the sight of the world
Sharpened stones are grinding into the skin
The iron mask is pushing rusty spikes into the face
Blackened vultures circling, purple blood runs down the chin
Crush me, burn me, deliver me from pain
A crown of thorns decorating the skull
The purple blood runs down thе chin
Thin air poisoning my curse ridden helplеss mind
Eternal circle, every day is living hell in this world
False idols perishing to the masses
Filled up with haughtiness and pride
Degenerate and viciousness
The cries of pain howled through the hall
They get drunken with power, again and again
Serve your sentence, shackled to a mountain summit
As the sky will break open
Kneel before the graveside of forgotten kings
Shiver to the power of forgotten kings
Of forgotten kings
Wine tastes like salty water
Bread tastes like rotten flesh
As the sun and the moon rise and set
Eagles nourish from my guts
Pecking their beaks in my flesh
A river of blood streaming down the glaciers
Hands go numb and fingers lost
Never ending torment
Runes are carved into the crumbling stone below my feet
Read the words, bite my tongue, spitting blood upon the snow
Bow my head, icy hail
Please lord take my hand and save my soul
Rot in hell
As they announce the final judgement
Verdict was spoken by the gods
Hammer has fallen
Embrace armageddon
My hollowed soul died in the face of the holy mother
Serve your sentence, shackled to a mountain summit
As the sky will break open
Kneel before the graveside of forgotten kings
Shiver to the power of forgotten kings
Of forgotten kings
Credits
Writer(s): Lukas Nicolai, Marvin Kessler, Nahuel Lozano
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