The Butcher’s Throne

The blade sings The flesh weeps The feast begins And the throne is deep The halls are drenched in crimson tides Where screaming souls were crucified No gods no kings no saviors left Just rotting bones and whispered death Bow to the Butcher's Throne! (Bow! Bow!) Skinned alive your flesh is known! (Die! Die!) Carve the fear into your bones! (Carve! Carve!) This is where your soul is torn! I hear their voices calling me Through walls of skulls and misery Their prayers are carved in broken skin But mercy never walks within (Suffer Drown Pain Burn Die!) Bow to the Butcher's Throne! (Bow! Bow!) Skinned alive your flesh is known! (Die! Die!) Carve the fear into your bones! (Carve! Carve!) This is where your soul is torn! No redemption no release In my world the dead don't cease Every king every queen Falls before the blade unseen Bow to the Butcher's Throne! (Bow! Bow!) Skinned alive your flesh is known! (Die! Die!) Carve the fear into your bones! (Carve! Carve!) This is where your soul is torn! The blade sings The flesh weeps The feast is done Now sink in deep