Deadnight

Lyrics

Bone cutting wind spreads the feeding flames
Deepest dens of sin - they reek of filthy shame
From the swamp within, this empire of lies
The mecca of rats dissolving from the inside

To each, their own - you’re all the same to me
Grind to the same tune, you all pretend to be
Weekend costume ball, metal market shopping mall
The more threads you wear, the emptier your soul

False king worship, mecca of disease
Upon thy throne be found dead
All anointed, a rat you’ll always be
Upon thy throne be found dead

Your Kingdom has fallen, ashes tell the tale
Wounds now swollen, only the true shall prevail
Windy city cespool, an empire of lies
The circle of rats, rotting from the inside
To each, their own - you’re all the same to me
Dance to the same drum, you all pretend to be
Troupe of whores, spreading their disease
Circle of rats, the walls are closing in

False king worship, circle of disease
Upon thy throne be found dead
All anointed, a rat you’ll always be
Upon thy throne be found dead

Bone cutting wind spreads the feeding flames
Deepest dens of sin - they reek of filthy shame
From the swamp within, this empire of lies
The mecca of rats dissolving from the inside
Your Kingdom has fallen, ashes tell the tale
Wounds now swollen, only the true shall prevail

False king worship, mecca of disease
Upon thy throne be found dead
All anointed, a rat you’ll always be
Upon thy throne be found dead