Funeral Pile - My Throne Of Fire

...And the fire burns

All my hate I cry to you
From my throne of fire
A dead body but my soul is free
The dark is my desire

This is my oath and you will fall
Under my sword smithed by this fire
You will die by all your lies
The dark is my desire

...And the fire burns

Feel the pain of thousand martyred souls
They are imprisoned in nowhere
Restless shadows between the dimensions
But sometimes we are coming back

All my hate I cry to you
From my throne of fire
A dead body but my soul is free
The dark is my desire
This is my oath and you will fall
Under my sword smithed by this fire
You will die by all your lies
The dark is my desire

With the darkness we arise
In this time of our sanctity
Black chaos has fallen over you
In this time of our
Sanctity

With the darkness we arise...