And what to do with your life
So old and strange
Never ever gonna track to the kill
On those crooked wings again
Perched on a hanging tree with the greyness in your eye
Prepare to greet the black unseen
The darkest dream, the darkest dream
Bag of bones out on the highway
Vultures sort through the remains
Left his bones out on the highway
Requiem for a king of kings
The overlord!
And who inherits the thrones
Of bastard kings
Who possessed of the iron claw
And a dead eye on the wing
Search for your final breath in the fading of the light
Prepare to greet the black unseen
The darkest dream, the darkest dream
Snake sword severs the mortal cord
Septuarian overlord
Left his bones out on the highway
Hangman’s tree dead bird’s grave

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