Текст песни The Purple Throne

You are the purple Throne and the bloodred sky You have no name but the thousands we have given to you (yet none of them glorifies you more than silence) ...made of might and sorrow... My red grinning wrists call you They know your name They are your name Your excellency, you are the rotting factor in me You are the mist behind their backs Life is my grave There is no salvation only the purple Throne in a black room behind the fucking nightmare mirrors of life You are the inevitable and I speak to you with an unknown language words about nothingness voices without words mouths with no tongues You are the inevitable King 666 You have no name nor language You are the purple throne and the bloodred sky and I call you with my knife in front of the nightmare mirrors of life