The Tyrant Songtext
von Noir Pale

The Sun will always rise for you
The Rain will always fall on you
The Living will always die for you

War on dissenters
Hunger for the weaker
One law, one path, your pleasure
Shaping your dreams, their treasure

An endless joy overflowing from a bottomless horn,
From which you suckle
A child without shame, a smile on his face
Innocence is bliss


This dream of yours was beautiful
A promise for a life always full
Without giving back, you take everything
Now our world is dying

A reign built on violence
Deads forced to silence
A void, mouth of destroyer
A tyrant-ogre devouring all

The gods are dying
Their voices are faiding away
Our tears, for the soil
Our dreams, for us to mold