10 acessos
ripping through the heavens bleeding out the crimson sun
we set the earth to flames as we gather 'round
beneath a mask of mist thy will be done
altars of moss erected to the kings of the golden dawn
staring through hollow eyes speaking with silver tongues
we hang our ruptured hearts and clutch our heads in shame
the empire lays in ruin defiled and dethroned
the fallen path of man the kings come crashing down
the new flock beckons us from beneath our hearth
reclamation is at hand red monarch rises forth