Under Apollyon's Sun - Celtic Frost

Lend me your steel-bearing hand

So I may reign the Jewel Throne

My soul feels the gods' demand

As the lost kings uphold my side

Blood and sand

Mark their way

The usurper’s tears

Guide my sword…

Fantasia slept in my thoughts

As I was a son of infinity

The emperor, forgotten, rests in my dreams

As, back to the wall, I start the conquest

Innocence and wrath

Now lie far beyond

As we cross the deserts

To reach the fortress' gates

Tragical serenades

Are whispered in the wind

As eyes in fury

Grant us our strength

(They're) throning on the dignity of might

But the successor is to enter the hall

False truth saw them climbing the steps

But I remain the Jewel Throne’s choice