Funeral of Kings

At the bottom of the pit
I sold my soul to the devil

As the crowd shouted for my country
For my king
I would do anything
I would crush any enemy

So at the end of my days
I bow to another king

Now I’m the one screaming
For my country, for my king
I’d do anything
I’ll draw blood from all of your enemies

So take me down
I’m ready for anything you have to offer
From every time
I lick the gore from your bones
I will grow stronger

It’s the funeral of kings
It’s the funeral

So at the bottom of your hell
I find my peace

As the crowd shouted for my country
For my king
I would do anything
I would crush any enemy

So lift me down from the cross
I’ll wear his crown of thorns

Now I’m the one screaming
For my country, for my king
I’d do anything
I would crawl on my knees for you

So take me down
I’m ready for anything you have to offer
From every time
I lick the gore from your bones
I will grow stronger

It’s the funeral of kings
It’s the funeral

Come take me down
I’m ready for anything you have to offer me
‘Cause every time
I lick the gore from your bones
I will grow stronger

Funeral of kings!