Empty Thrones Songtext
von Synthi Ribell

Do it, do it
Do it, do it

This scripted virtue in golden frames
While burning libraries in silent flames
Act like a lady, fight like a king
While they just laugh at songs we sing
This scripted virtue chokes us like smoke
One spark away from going broke

Better do it
(Do what?)
Better ruin it
(Ruin what?)
This cult of the masses
In land of the truth
We′re dancing on gravestones
Of stolen youth


They preach of honor with blood on hands
Auctioning morals in auctioneered lands
We stitch our mouths shut with golden thread
To scream through the silence like living dead
Dressing the corpse in yesterday's crown
Bury the truth ′neath hallowed ground

Better do it
(Do what?)
Better ruin it
(Ruin what?)
This cult of the masses
In land of the truth
We're dancing on gravestones
Of stolen youth

Better obey or breathe
Better decay or seed
Better do it
Do what?
Better ruin it
Ruin you


Better do it
(Do what?)
Better ruin it
(Ruin this)
We're the shadows
In your halls
Your empty thrones
Are gonna fall

Better do it
(Do what?)
Better ruin it
(Ruin you)
Yeah for once
In a life
Watch pretty world
Burn and die

Breathe
Breathe
Breathe