The Dying False King
Morten Iversen
Cabal disguised divided not ruled
By hidden hands circumvented
Undermined
Betrayer depraved self unveiled
Insatiable, cruel and perverted
Nothing thou shall hear, the nobles of all
The ill-founded truth unfolds to all
The time is ending prepared for death
Nothing remains no acts, no words
End it all
The shame of the world dominion pulverized
The dying false king
Hidden in the woods new rulers command
Dethroned and condemned distant screams
Silence, silence
A hamisság királya uralta a világot
És most elbukott feje porba hullt
Kárhozatra ítéltetett
The false king on the forest bed
His head severed