Arise / Dead By The Throne

Transgressed of pain
The ovulation of black
The art of dying
Returning back to dust
Offspring of internal slaughter
The son of eternal winter
Orchestra of pure silence
The son of abuse and violence
A silent film of despair
The director has lost all control
The young man wraps his neck
Kicks out the chair
Dead by the throne
Offspring of internal slaughter
The son of eternal winter
Orchestra of pure silence
Son of abuse and violence
I see him everywhere
I see him when I sleep
He’ll never disappear
He died by the throne