The Book of Kings Songtext
von Mournful Congregation
The Book of Kings Songtext
A poorly planted tree of a prince facade
Kneel before the solemn, blessed in her perfume
So mild is the teardrop of agony
A winding chamber′s bed, portrayal of royalty
Secrecy deepening, unfolding, Eden world
Stretching far beyond the mystic dawn
Luring gentle rook, befriend you, a white wing
Spoke no loving tones, white words in vogue
A lyric, ultra-lateen textures
Woven through ages, jade masks adorning
Magic words of an earthly empire, divine
Your watchmaker imperiled, body's forever worn
Arise
Oh mistress of the shattered fate′s deception
Expendid queen, the gods dare not gaze
Tranquility so black, adorned in her tear
Deities rose, an awkward retention
My bare flesh, the seed once sown to rot
Mere earth cowards
Concealing their mouths
Proved to be vessels
In the woods of kings
All kings bowing down
To worship their gods
We're the gods
Zeus the king
Upon the lone slope of Cepheus
The shadows lengthen
Squatter bed and blade
Hollow voices recite from scriptures of Hell
Sensing a grave grandiose event
I'm ready to bleed
Until I find some peace
Let your grief cleanse your mind
Stiff from pain and grief
I feel the need from heaven
To cut me loose, oh yeah
Push your violence up in the air
Suck your cold breath
My skin is sharp as torture
The cross bleeds againThe union of stars and moons
The darkness of the night and queens
The beggars of the universe
Spin your psychic web
The beggars of the universe
Spin your psychic web
The subqueens and children of pain
The human race to know the end
The sixteen feet, the anointed ones
The kings of the mirror realmDecrepit months chanting hollow willows
Of tongues which portals shall not follow
Strings of harp and rhythms shallow
Disquiet tunes no solace shall bring
Making this land fit not to be
Death roam lands once sought
Vanished ashes extinguish moons
Winds carry stagnant seasons forth
She heard and not a tear
For these misfits were I
The old crystal hourglass
Psychic pestilence now spread
And for the new King
For the old, past death
This earth too shall belong to you
Srethcneic s′og ni dnuhr
Uoel thgiw s′tihs
S'kluor hguor tsuj ruht suh
Seal suhs thgir s′gialb uoht
Uoel thgiw s'kluor hguor tsuj ruht suh
Seal suhs thgir s′gialb uoht
Uoel thgiw s'kluor hguor tsuj ruht suh
Kneel before the solemn, blessed in her perfume
So mild is the teardrop of agony
A winding chamber′s bed, portrayal of royalty
Secrecy deepening, unfolding, Eden world
Stretching far beyond the mystic dawn
Luring gentle rook, befriend you, a white wing
Spoke no loving tones, white words in vogue
A lyric, ultra-lateen textures
Woven through ages, jade masks adorning
Magic words of an earthly empire, divine
Your watchmaker imperiled, body's forever worn
Arise
Oh mistress of the shattered fate′s deception
Expendid queen, the gods dare not gaze
Tranquility so black, adorned in her tear
Deities rose, an awkward retention
My bare flesh, the seed once sown to rot
Mere earth cowards
Concealing their mouths
Proved to be vessels
In the woods of kings
All kings bowing down
To worship their gods
We're the gods
Zeus the king
Upon the lone slope of Cepheus
The shadows lengthen
Squatter bed and blade
Hollow voices recite from scriptures of Hell
Sensing a grave grandiose event
I'm ready to bleed
Until I find some peace
Let your grief cleanse your mind
Stiff from pain and grief
I feel the need from heaven
To cut me loose, oh yeah
Push your violence up in the air
Suck your cold breath
My skin is sharp as torture
The cross bleeds againThe union of stars and moons
The darkness of the night and queens
The beggars of the universe
Spin your psychic web
The beggars of the universe
Spin your psychic web
The subqueens and children of pain
The human race to know the end
The sixteen feet, the anointed ones
The kings of the mirror realmDecrepit months chanting hollow willows
Of tongues which portals shall not follow
Strings of harp and rhythms shallow
Disquiet tunes no solace shall bring
Making this land fit not to be
Death roam lands once sought
Vanished ashes extinguish moons
Winds carry stagnant seasons forth
She heard and not a tear
For these misfits were I
The old crystal hourglass
Psychic pestilence now spread
And for the new King
For the old, past death
This earth too shall belong to you
Srethcneic s′og ni dnuhr
Uoel thgiw s′tihs
S'kluor hguor tsuj ruht suh
Seal suhs thgir s′gialb uoht
Uoel thgiw s'kluor hguor tsuj ruht suh
Seal suhs thgir s′gialb uoht
Uoel thgiw s'kluor hguor tsuj ruht suh
Writer(s): Damon Christopher S Good, Justin Arthur Hartwig Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
