The Crooked Path

Desecration swing
An iron axe across the throat
Blood and bone splinter what remains
Prolonged ramifications

Censored, scarred soil
Over the shoulder is looming black
Graves centered and up front
A mocking revelation

Oh, heavy is your crown
To the gallows upon apocalypse himself
Stone foundations erected strong
There's no coming back

That colossal grip
Where war machines arise
And to the few that are still standing
Thank you for playing

Look at the congregation
Soiled souls are many with empty eyes
Life fuel spent on a faceless man
With serpent tongues

Oh, heavy is your crown
To the gallows upon apocalypse himself
Stone foundations erected strong
There's no coming back

Forward, rabid flesh
Diamond dogs only see one end
Vicious coils in a fog of war
Everyone's a pawn

Dictators grow fat
Sitting in their theater seats
While the innocent toil for the cause
Dying for their dreams

Oh, heavy is the throne
Oh, heavy is the empire we die for
Oh, heavy is the devastation
Oh, heavy is your crown