“When the kings of foreign lands begin the rise Of fear they went into hiding. In the shadows they did conspire.” This is the dying age, this is controlled with restraint This is the future shock as we become hollow This is the dying wave that brings a new tomorrow This is the fall of men, these are the broken days I spend my life of confusion in pain As if to make the lunatic look sane
Kings afraid of guillotines, coward in the shadows As they bring the faithful from theirs knees To exterminate their power This is the frozen phase, this is a chosen age Hoping that the world will fester and drain Hoping in our resent state of pure disdain
Kings afraid of guillotines, coward in the shadows As they bring the faithful from theirs knees To exterminate their power
