Testo di The Wicked King

Advocate and friend of blasphemy I sold my soul for nothing I trusted in the demons of frailty To be the wicked king Pursued by the witch hunters Cursed by your fault dirty bitch My bones will be crushed by the wolves And the serpents will drink my blood Cult of fear and terror Bloody dirty wounds Unfaithful priestesses Raped by the dogs of war Death rises upon the golden shore Come to claim what he belongs The head of you infidels Who had follow me The wicked king