The King spoke:
This Empire comes to an end
Long forgotten shall be my name
Once crowned
And now betrayed
By this sickness running through my veins

My vision has turned to black
In this pestilent chamber of disease
Human fragments
Over my face
I cannot breath
I cannot see

The Cult spoke:
Shall be the king
The Cult of Disease
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The Funeral Of An Age Lyrics

Procession – The Funeral Of An Age Lyrics