Deschain - Upon the Oaken Throne | Текст песни

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• Deschain
• Upon the Oaken Throne

The armies of hell knock at my door
They reign with pestilence, corruption of intelligence
Their crusade: against freedom. Freewill
They took nothing, they took everything

My eyes are empty. They see no hope.
My hands are bound, unto the truth
My mind bears the weight of this prison
Breaking through on hands and knees to reach absolution.

This place kills me. All I do is sleep
You’ve burned my temples
Places of refuge
Left to dust. Lost in lines. Left behind.

This shrine cleanses me. Refuge from assault
Born again with eyes
Eyes full of hope
My mind breaks free of this prison
I’ve reached absolution, I found redemption.

The armies of hell decay at my door
I reign with freewill
Upon the Oaken Throne
My crusade: against man. Conformity.
I’ve lost nothing, but gained everything.