The prophets gaze on Akkadian skies Cities crumble, all will die... Last of the ancients beneath the tide Unknown grave from ruins arise Awaken from
The rising, the swirling.....mist Forming halos around your head Cold black fingers......reaching Caress, caress of the dead Eyes open wide Searching
Raise the death mask, from the Empire of the Sun Slaves within the ocean, time can't change what you've become Akkadian fathers, buried with their sons
Cold eyes, gaze on obsidian skies A single tear, the end of the last days Weep an ocean, flood this cursed land Our darkest days have come at last We
and memory seeker of shadows, seeker of truth my thirst for life I offer to you Come Odin, come one-eyed Odin Lord of battle and self-sacrifice wounded king
we sucking it up Even when we get a job, we f**king it up Like it can't happen to us I could never be a bum Yeah right, you wound up one God forbid I'
been forsaken distant church bells no longer ring that's the sound of a heart taken and the story of tears from a king The stones from my enemies these wounds
: Oh, to my dearest ruler and lord Merciful husband Noblest of kings... Your heart of gold has long since tarnished In my chamber What will the morning
: Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano Trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don't know 'Cause a bottle of vodka is still lodged
said the bishop to the priest, "I have spent my whole life waiting, preparing for the feast, And now you say Jerusalem has fallen and is lost, The king
were a pack of roman priests, to heathen faith they rose the fists, with lies and tricks worship a cross, imposing them some serious loss. Pendragon King
heights Each house repeats a mold Windows rolled Beast car locked in against morning All now sleeping Rugs silent, mirrors vacant Dust blind under the beds of lawful couples Wound
foreign land But as the story usually goes, nothing quite went as planned He was on an endless road, feeling like a king Even after the initial bite, the wound
You will never know how much I cared for you Time will never heal the wound you gave me I gave you everything, to me you were a king Take your love away
mortally wounded Arthur to safety] Finally their time has come Face to face on the battlefield The King's here to judge the deceiver Open wounds, no
wanna face, All the punches I've thrown, And all the wounded who fueled my escape. Tell the band not to stop, Tell the curtain, don't drop, Keep the barstool King
: Old man, I heard some things about the boy you used to be. No father, no king, just a broken old man broken by the whiskey. Too afraid to stay, too
Apparently he joined in every annual veteran?s march My grandma reflects maybe he remembered too much I wonder how much he could have forgotten if he tried Fought for king