The Swarm کے بول

Cast dread to sever ties Enslave to crush the force Incensed by the wretched Few that feeds the beast in all of us Long lost the blinded faith Far gone the common ground Forewarned of this cold wind Still caution drowns in the dark of night Here lies our king of kings Succumb to rot Quartered and stoned Witness the judgment beckoned Far across the fall has come The crows of black will seize the throne Behold these splintered lines Of steel each on a path their own The blur is all we see; Yet firm we lay in our own filth Release the dragons fire To bring the kingdom to its knees Here lies our king of kings Succumb to rot Quartered and stoned Witness the judgment beckoned Now beckoned - our sentence Bring the kingdom to its knees We set fire to the reigns For one – a personal reckoning For one of the least of these A death swarm for our personal reckoning