Throne of Execration

Born into greatness
Yet glory has forever been absent
The crusaders believed the war was easily won
But reality sprung into the unknown

The king of kings with warfare will reign
And the realms of my sovereignty shall finally gain
Rise to the occasion, revelation or damnation
A godless, infernal, unholy domain

A world unknown
An empty throne
In this hall I die alone

The King of Kings
The serpent wings
Purgation of my sins

I, the leader have spoken
Yet the words seem empty and no spirit awoken
Divergence of power - the sacramental liar
For one last time - my guardians align

With my own blood, sweat and tears
I created this monster of fears
The vision has faded and the clearest mind shaded
Lost and desecrated is all you hold sacred

A world unknown
An empty throne
In this hall I die alone

The King of Kings
The serpent wings
Purgation of my sins

I’ve traveled from far and wide
Across a thousand oceans
And as I complete my journey
I realize I have not traveled at all

My mind has grown old
And my heart has gone cold
In the land of the living
I am now the ruler of nothing

My glory would never come
My ruling here is done
I die alone
And I leave nothing, but an empty throne

As my bloodline ends
I realize I can only find meaning in death
Clear all regrets
Erase all mistakes
Bury the man and make rise to the king