Conqueror کے بول

So you've come for your vengeance Hear - I think the crowd is silent Of me you have dreamt I have grown (I built my domain on your hate) Mock your words I will laugh in disrespect then wash my hands in your blood conqueror A face of fright you revealed to me with which I painted my eyes Delight me with death for this tires my soul and soon eyes of black shall arise... Hear crowd - my heart The delicate thunder