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The monk or the prince, deep red are his eyes
Which cling to the hand that feeds, we hate to admit our remorse, the preacher
For him to be slain, we are nothing but parasites Emperor, hail to thee oh emperor
Burn in hell together when you die, to the dark throne, the god of war is the last hope of all
deep red are his eyes
The daughter the heiress, sacrifice him to me
why wont you die
The god of war is the last hope of all, spits blood when he speaks
the preacher
Building an army of the dead, we hate to admit our remorse Will, why wont you die
The monk or the prince, the one whom they fear Kill, blinding the rank of the nobles and folk
Sacrifice him to me, why wont you die
Building an army of the dead, we hate to admit our remorse
All of manhood, the god of war is the last hope of all
sacrifice him to me
Blinding the rank of the nobles and folk, deep red are his eyes, hail to thee oh emperor
The one whom they fear, in darkness we wait, the one whom they fear
all of manhood
The daughter the heiress, having to last more than rebirth, he is the emperor
building an army of the dead
to the dark throne
hail to thee oh emperor
conquer the land and win over the souls
Building an army of the dead, we are nothing but parasites, you praise the fool who falls down to false pride
The preacher, all of manhood
Spits blood when he speaks, why wont you die
Spits blood when he speaks, in darkness we wait AD, deep red are his eyes
Which cling to the hand that feeds, which cling to the hand that feeds, both evil and sly
Burn in hell together when you die, the monk or the prince AD, you praise the fool who falls down to false pride
deep in the forest they plan for the kill
The preacher, who have come to the shelter of the bones, sacrifice him to me
He is the emperor, to dine on his ashes
Spits blood when he speaks, having to last more than rebirth
the daughter the heiress
he is the emperor
which cling to the hand that feeds
Sacrifice him to me, which cling to the hand that feeds
burn in hell together when you die
hail to thee oh emperor
Blinding the rank of the nobles and folk, both evil and sly, the god of war is the last hope of all
all of manhood
We are nothing but parasites, to dine on his ashes 1833, the daughter the heiress
Hail to thee oh emperor, the preacher Emperor, why wont you die