Paroles de The King

Hunt across the barren lands The trail of the grand Beast that rules this world Blood of the God stains your hands Awaken is the grand Beast from the winter slumber Unworthy execution In the heart of the winter Blood of the monarch on the snow Demeaning death of the King Chase through the fields of ice Trail is clear and precise Nails incise the snow Await in the veil of night Hiding in the white Gather your strength Gather your might Unworthy execution In the heart of the winter Blood of the monarch on the snow Demeaning death of the King