Pretenders to the Throne

Sitting on a throne of genocide
Our master regal and glory
Subject for suppressions land
Fairness find no place to expand
All his soldiers die to live
In labyrinths of death
Burring temples in town of spell
Prepared for damnation to hell
Young blood enjoyed
From endless starlight
Behest in right season
For ending the treason
Pretenders to the Throne
Betrayed, forgotten and alone
Pretenders to the Throne
Our mighty child is born
You confirm me by oath with magic signs
Possesses from your masters brightness
You bring me forms of ever open eyes
Token erect of thorny thigh
In his tyrannical lust
He kills and tortured all who screams
«In god we trust»
Raise the merciless fight
Against a ward might
Come on, lets overthrow only chance
Change of sovereign is our deliverance
Pretenders to the Throne