APOCALYPTIC KINGS

Drawing blood
The leeches feeding
In the mud
Lying there bleeding
Wolves surround
Nightmares descending
Death abound
We are the plague kings

So, when the end has become nigh
The butcher rides with the black storms
Symphony horns herald with cries

Of damnation come

Weeping maids
Are surely clinging
Brave new swains
Can't help but hiding
Dark shadows
Bleak, cold and reaching
From below
Phantoms are new kings

Nothing
Can prepare
Loved ones
For the doom
Godless
Endeavors

Show us the way

"I will ransom them from the power of the grave; I will redeem them from death: O death, I will be thy plagues; O grave, I will be thy destruction: repentance shall be hid from mine eyes"

Can't forgive
The human weaklings
So begins
The next great culling
Douse the lights
The sick are mewling
Come the night
Apocalyptic kings

Nothing
Can prepare
Loved ones
For the doom
Godless
Endeavors

So, when the end has become nigh
The butcher rides with the black storms
Symphony horns herald with cries

Of damnation come