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