Lord of the Mourn - Crystalic

A Godlike figure

Half a man

Armed with vicious thoughts

To rule the land

The power tempts helping hands

Like flies they gather around to feast

Feeding this venomous conspiracy

War!

This means war!

Worms around the crown

Empower the Might

To spread the scourge

In the village tonight

Cuts so deep, they will never heal

Pitch black darkness is their demise

Condemned to live in endless lie

War!

This means war!

Lord of them all

Standing tall

Every day now:

Touch of fear is present

Days of joy are gone

Engines of death are grinding

Seeds of hate are sown

Hear the tyrant s call

Forever to the fall

Sign of a constant threat

Fatal and possessed

Hear the tyrant s call!