Suffering Predestined के बोल

Erase the prophecies untold Of a suffering predestined No virtue of law In this chaotic frenzy Once on the throne, Now the end of my reign Desolate thoughts on my future remain Thus weak and bereaved, I bow my head in shame Blessings upon the ways of the martyr No saviour is he, [Who is] to perish alone Once on the throne Of my glorious past, It will come again [For now it is time] In numbers unseen I shall seek my revenge Like storms from the north To sweep through your realm The signs of your gods Have forsaken thee Shrouded in seasonal darkness Shattered a history of faith Forlorn a history of faith Forlorn echoing the power Serenades of trivial space