Throne of Blood by Medevil
Peasants crawling in the dust of the
throne
Ruled by the king who reigns alone
His mind is evil, his heart is cold
Soul of king, the darkness owns
Follow the blood, knee to the throne
Loyal to the edge of bone
The few that resisted the word of the King
Knew the bell of death soon would ring
All would perrish, swollowed by the mud
No one dared to conquer the Throne of Blood
Follow the blood, knee to the throne
Surveilled by servants who roam
Follow the blood, knee to the throne
Loyal to the edge of bone