Spectral Monarchy 歌词

I prance on your grave… and I dance on your cremation Your death teases my laughter… the irony. Molten irony. Blood seeps into the soil… ashes stain the bloodline Aristocracy reeks of shit… and lies of mutiny Leaking like a drip on your head… this torment is like none to suffer Your throat gargles with blood… blood of the innocence... of the purity. Trenches in the ground make way for returns Ravens quench their thirst in bloodthirsty rats Infectus vena ov progenies… oculus ov nex vigilo sulum permoveo Pick… peel… pry… open… the cyst of the monarchy Tear… bleed… sweat… the fabric of reality. Peons leaking blood onto the altar Dying for a cause with their slit wrists Screams of torment within the walls This starts now, this contradiction… this ends now. The echoes of your demise None shall hear... this but thyself Whisper in ears... one's false pretenses Blackened roots have grown... deep into thee Branched and oozed... be done unto thee Seeds you have sown… now comes for thee. I pound on your face… and I countdown your days Your life ceases my laughter… the irony. Molten irony. Blood is already the soil… ashes are the bloodline Aristocracy still reeks of shit… and lies of mutiny. Pick… peel… pry… open… the cyst of the monarchy Tear… bleed… sweat… the fabric of reality. Hurrah, hurrah... Hallelujah, Hallelujah. O joyous duke… highness… honour… sir.