A King, Desecrated Lyrics

Rise of the first queen,
only to dethrone the first king,
that made her who she is.

Wings of the fallen,
a face so unholy,
the horns of a ram
and charm unopposed.
From bearer to eater to legend.

Putrid soul of the devourer
took him to the brink.
Mutated horror of his miscreation
encharmed the breed he reigned.
Fangs upon the race she made.
Claws engulfing all the stained.
On her own blood she prayed.

The fake love of the gatherer,
the twisted mind of her illness,
thrived in the chaos and stillness of hearts
that felt her luring gaze.

A solemn decree of incest,
to sate the hunger
with those she bore.

Rise of the first queen,
only to dethrone the first king.
A manifestation of his misfortune
was mankind's blooming fortune.

Wings of the fallen,
a face so unholy,
the horns of a ram
and charm unopposed.
From bearer to eater to legend
of unspoken time in ages.
Hooked on the idea of a special breed
of a higher purpose in mind
and a breed of complex descent.

The subtle voice of mother
gave her offsprings little choice.
Degenerating spirit down the line is
giving lesser merit.
Now a myth and a word out of practice
and a silent whisper in our minds.

Relevance of the forgotten
lies in arrogance of the relevant
power in question.

In the process of our making
she lost track of dying king
whose seed took root in history.

The one she missed
is growing up to be
her last kiss, goodbye.

Washed away with the poison of her tragedy.
Disfigured shadow of a being played by fate.