Paroles de Self Professed Kings

The taste of destruction pacifies you Follow the wrath of all before you Hopelessness coincides with reality The grave robbed of its tranquility Darkness the shadow on which hands feeds The green serpent lashes Against the self professed throned kings Pestilence in check, laughter in the gallows As the hunger grows, greed follows The pain of rebirth begins Infanticide and infatuation rules king Fear bred, by our own Consume all but I Two rules, two worlds Execution of the mandate, within our own walls Hanging of the patriot, death of the crusade The new day brings more nightmares Insurgents bring hate and pain And all in the eye is burnt