Right now, he awaits at the threshold And though he is dressed like the rest of us Oh, the immortal is coming And with him comes the storm Black smoke fills the air With anger as black as the cellars of hell
He wears your name like a cloak made for kings (x2)
Dressed in lies of normality To appease the death of innocence And it's growing appetite
Dressed in lies of normality To appease the death of innocence And it's growing appetite
Dressed in lies of normality To appease the death of innocence And it's growing appetite