Verse I
Desolated land
Where you flick on night
Breathless are not dead
They are on your side.
Black star is their guide
Fighting for lost gods
Prayers are declined
Lay beneath the sod.
Chorus
King of the Dust in timeless war...
Your heart is jailed
In tomorrow but still wants more,
Songblade of the Dying Moon.
Verse II
Owner of the world
Adamant to plea
Ruler of the word
You are blind to see
Power like a gale
Leads you to the steep
Blurry mind's a veil
Brings you to the Deep
Chorus
King of the Dust in timeless war...
Your heart is jailed
In tomorrow but still wants more,
Songblade of the Dying Moon.
More of this world, more of its shades
Spectres don't lie.
In the challenge that lasts for decades
You are virtue, you are gloom.
Verse III
Vapors of the Mad
Assay the human minds
Game is just a fad
Puppets're in a bind.
All your acts are dire
Saviour of the crowd
In the Land Of Fire
They will find your shroud.
1-22.05.2019