A Pessimistic Soaring
In a world consumed by darkness.
All hopes begins to fade.
A shadow looms above us.
pessimism starts to pervade.
The weight of despair begins to grow. drowning out the shining light.
As we witness the ascent of death.
casting dreams aside.
A pessimistic soaring
A negative plane opens up!
There's nothing above the light.
And the Miserable Kings will rise.
Die Wiederkehr der Dunkelei
Viel andre Zeit unterm Mond.
verschwanden die die hier gewohnt.
Die Menschen bluhen, welken ab.
Wie einsam ist doch dieses Grab.
Finsternis fur tausend Jahre.
Lichter scheinen nimmer mehr.
Grausamkeit, ohne Gnade.
Dunkelei die Wiederkehr.
lass mich liegen und erfrieren.
lass mich einfach hier krepieren.
Die Welt zerbricht und Flammen lodern.
Seelen, Hoffnung die vermodern
Fingerknochen wie Geast.
Weisse Haut gleicht Mondschein hell.
Aus grauer Erde stromt die Pest.
Das Leben weicht dem Tod so schnell.
Gespenster flustern leise schon.
Blut, das aus den Wolken bricht.
Trummer, Rauch und Leichen Thron.
Begraben wird das letzte Licht.
When The Flames Devour You All
In the void of endless night.
a burning fire is a curious sight.
No purpose, no grand design.
Yet chaos in its freedom shines.
All masses are burning.
Conquerors and realms will fall.
Everything turns to haze.
When the flames devour you all.
Oh, life meaning's lost.
and no hope your fate.
I'll create the fire of hate
Burning witches, dying lords.
In the midst of nothing.
i create a world of lies.
to find purpose in the hell i roam
On Weathered Altar
Instrumental
Prince Of Parasites
Upon a throne of brittle bone.
He feeds where light has never shone.
A crown of ticks, a leech's kiss.
His court a grave, his scepter bliss.
A crown of flies
a gospel of greed.
Prince of parasites
He whispers sweetly through decay.
Where rotting kings are swept away.
His blood is borrowed, cold and thin.
He rules beneath your crawling skin.
Regicide
In shadows cast
a plot was formed
A tale of torture
a kingdom torn.
A dagger's gleam
a throne to claim
In the name of power
of blood and shame.
show-no-mercy
With the devil, side by side
all day-and-night
Commit the Regicide
Beneath the freezing moon
We hatched our plan
To seize the throne
Our story untold.
Whispers in the night
a deadly creed
The crown's allure
a dangerous need
Crown Cult Fate
A miserable king - to ruin them all.
False hopes are raised - destined to die.
The desire for more - will be demise.
Repeated blame - it's all a lie.
They lust for more.
The loss so high.
fed by grief.
starved in hate.
The Crown Cult Fate!
A cruel reign - has begun.
Towers of skulls - rise up to the sun.
Screams of million victims.
shouts so loud.
cut through the heaven,
stars and clouds.
Elisabetha's Revenge
In the crypts beneath the twilight sky
She sleeps where angels come to die
A thousand screams beneath her throne
The cursed sun never dares to show
With fire in-her-soul.
and fury in-her-veins.
She'll leave her mark.
and-none-shall remain.
A crown of bones and blood red tears.
She rules the night without no fears.
A shadow queen, the death obey,
Her whisper turns the light away.
With eyes like storms that never end,
They spoke in fear: "Elisabetha's Revenge."
Phantom Queen with burning eyes
Every servant a life she lost
Gilded halls of crimson stains