The Wounded Kings
Album • 2010
The rising, the swirling.....mist Forming halos around your head Cold black fingers......reaching Caress, caress of the dead Eyes open wide Searching for an answer The rising tide Eyes open wide Searching for an answer
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 23, 2025
Raise the death mask, from the Empire of the Sun Slaves within the ocean, time can't change what you've become Akkadian fathers, buried with their sons Fallen city, sunken lands Beyond the void, beneath the sands Buried city, Atlantis stands Within cyclopean ruins There they lie beneath the sea Isle of the Dead In death forever be Beyond the veil Departed souls of the dead must go
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 23, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Cold eyes, gaze on obsidian skies A single tear, the end of the last days Weep an ocean, flood this cursed land Our darkest days have come at last We are the Sons of Belial Called upon to rise again We are the Sons of Belial Dead eyes, stare from eternal sleep She who weeps, waits in her shadowed womb Mourn the passing of the child she's lost Her darkest days are here at last I despair of this world Despise what we've become Turn to ash under this dying sun I despair of this world When will we die Return to dust, in the years of decline
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 23, 2025
This track is instrumental.
The prophets gaze on Akkadian skies Cities crumble, all will die... Last of the ancients beneath the tide Unknown grave from ruins arise Awaken from sleep, reclaim what has gone Black cloak burns on a blazing throne Prophets gaze to the burning skies... Rise from the ashes, where Atlantis lies
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 23, 2025
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