歌词
At the top of the world
Blood leaks from the throne
Warrior don your armor
A blind titan descends
Raised in black desolation
Rise up from the soil
Cold death in the garden
Blood turns into stone
Flesh eaten by fire
Burns life from the soul
Breathe out through the ashes
And rise up from the soil
Your king is dead
And I want the throne
Your king is dead
I hold his head inside my hand
Eating seeds on the mountain
A mad king finds his end
Unraveling stitches
From the cloth that you sew
Open bridge to the valley
What you reap from the soil
Your king is dead
And I want the throne
Your king is dead
I hold his head inside my hand
At the top of the world
Blood leaks from the throne
Warrior don your armor
Rise up from the soil
Your king is dead
And I want the throne
Your king is dead
I hold his head inside my hand