Your end is near
Delusive hope
The fierce belief
Is bringing you down
Well, I can hear
The wailing of your mouth
We're observing your fright
Until you die
Your misrule
Will arouse the rats
Beneath the ground
Ragged kings -
Will you crave for their blessing?
Mourning bells -
Drowning foul harangues
With haunting sounds
In your grave
You'll be silent after all
Undraping fear
In feeble eyes
The vain belief
Is running out
Your misrule
Will arouse thе rats
Beneath the ground
Raggеd kings -
Will you crave for their blessing?
Mourning bells -
Drowning foul harangues
With haunting sounds
In your grave
You'll be silent after all