Rise.

A  sentence  given,  to  the  afflicted  living,

It＇s  where  the  darkness  allows  me  to  overthrow  any  King  of  the  kind,

(Chorus)

And  for  this  I  sought  the  choir  to  sing  aligned.

My  wrath  becomes  mine  and  the  signs  we  summon  (the  enigmatic  music  still  plays).

Sit  in  the  blistering  throne,  and  take  it  in.

This  has  gone  way  past  the  ideals  of  sin,

As  I  perform  reprisal  making  it  an  eternal  war.

Betrayed.

Blood  is  running  down  my  arms;

The  same  arms  I  used  to  vanquish  her  dreams

(Vanquishing  dreams  is  just  and  comforting).

＂I  am  not  ready  to  kill  to  save  myself  from  regret,＂

I  claimed  until  I  was  betrayed.

(Chorus)

Down  the  sacred  chambers  the  embers  roar.

Regret  pours  into  the  inner  cavity  of  my  core,  and  I  soar.

I  take  flight.

From  below  I  see  the  blazing  throne;  from  below  I  hear  the  tortured  soul.

The  Curse  of  the  Millennia  awaits  me.

Why  can＇t  I  breathe?

It＇s  pounding  on  my  confines.

A  mallet  placed  in  a  roaring  god＇s  hands

(Pummeling  the  ground,  and  pummeling  my  face).

Seismic  waves  obliterate  my  skull  blasting  my  soul  with  a  wretched  sound.

No  longer  found  by  this  I＇ll  fate,  a  mark  embraced  by  the  Hordes,

I＇m  birthed  into  this  world.

I＇ve  come  to  murder  my  Lord