Letras
Stone crowns crack... The throne decays
We are ruled... by rot and clay
Ashen thrones and hollow kings
Worms beneath their golden rings
Cracked idols stare with sightless grace
Their kingdom is a dying place
Veins of gold through corpses run
Their rule began when hope was done
Built on bones and lies and dust
A reign of fire, a throne of rust
Kings of rotting clay
False gods crumble day by day
Thrones of blood, stained in decay
Your time is done—now swept away
Cloaks of silk, soaked in sin
They reign without, they rot within
Their statues fall, their banners burn
The buried rise, the tyrants turn
No scepter saves, no mask will hide
The stench of rot they hold with pride
Crowns of thorns, their only grace
As ruin stares them in the face
Kings of rotting clay
False gods crumble day by day
Thrones of blood, stained in decay
Your time is done—now swept away
Built their towers on the backs of bones
Told us to worship what we would never own
Now the worms inherit their golden graves
And all they ruled is ash and shame
No mourners weep, no bards shall sing
No glory left for a fallen king
Their final breath, a choking plea—
But clay can't cry, and rot won't see
Kings of rotting clay
Your crowns mean nothing—blown away
You ruled with fire... now feed the flame
Forgotten kings... without a name ...without a name
The throne is dust. The crown is bone
The king is gone. Long rot the throne
Kings of rotting clay
Your crowns mean nothing—blown away
You ruled with fire... now feed the flame
Forgotten kings... without a name
The throne is dust. The crown is bone
The king is gone. Long rot the throne