From womb to Tomb, a king is born Upon his head, a crown of thorns The story reads like the old books tale With one small twist, this king will fail Rise Rise up, The King Bleeds Crown of thorns Rip that scepter from his hand False prophet leads dogma to the edge Deaf dumb and blind leap heedless from the ledge They’ll take it back. BACK Your slaves will rise. RISE Usurp the throne And sever kingdom’s head Rise Rise up, The King Bleeds Crown of thorns Mammon, Asmodia, Leviathan Rise, rise, rise, rise up! We’ll feed on the world’s souls. The millions won’t fulfill us But as Our legions grow, The millions won’t fulfill us We’ll take down the heavens, And defeat
Our foes Impregnate the conquered With our demon seed Vanquish all their Souls, For our hordes to feed Trampled under foot, They no longer bleed The sins of the father, are held by the mother False prophet led his sheep to the slaughter We slit their throats and let the blood flow like water Deaf, Dumb, Blind, Dead! To spread his false beliefs across this torrid land Rise Rise up, The King Bleeds, Crown of thorns Rip that scepter from his...no-no- no Rip that scepter from his .. life The blood of the dead Crimson red from shore to shore To fed no more, no more