Testo di Lord of the Mourn

A Godlike figure Half a man Armed with vicious thoughts To rule the land The power tempts helping hands Like flies they gather around to feast Feeding this venomous conspiracy War! This means war! Worms around the crown Empower the Might To spread the scourge In the village tonight Cuts so deep, they will never heal Pitch black darkness is their demise Condemned to live in endless lie War! This means war! Lord of them all Standing tall Every day now: Touch of fear is present Days of joy are gone Engines of death are grinding Seeds of hate are sown Hear the tyrant s call Forever to the fall Sign of a constant threat Fatal and possessed Hear the tyrant s call!