Sin7ven - Nightmare Monarch | Текст песни

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[Verse 1]
A kingdom of the old, a long time ago
Suffered from the strangest of curses to the mind and soul
A plague of awful vivid nightmares and visions
From the youngest infant to the white haired and brittle

Citizens suffered every night through images
Of unspeakable evil things up until their bitter end
Mass suicide, even sacrilegious worship
Desperate people attacking travelers and merchants

Hoping a foreign remedy they hadn't heard of
In his tower the king was panicking and nervous
He had sent his best men to try retrieve a cure
A priestess or a sorcerer able heal the pure

He'd waited seven days without as much a word
Paranoid, thinking that: "what if they do not return?"
Then that evening a stranger sought his audience
A stranger cloaked in grey who claimed he brought 'em all a gift

[Verse 2]
It was a small box, jet black and cold to touch
Carved out of a material akin to stone or such
He told him it was used in controlling dreams
With it, the king could stop the evil from roaming free

The desperate king accepted the gift of the visitor
Who left immediately, leaving just the king to wish it works
He had doubts however - he ought to try the thing
So during night he laid in bed in safe and silent sleep

Escaping violent screams, excruciating dreams
In the morning, he announced the first good news in weeks
The king was now a hero and he kept himself in practice
Trying to manage his citizens dreams to match with

Their fantasies of power, currency and pleasure
The more he tore into their minds he saw greed and devils
A feeble mental state and a deathly image
A year later he became to hate the wretched city

[Verse 3]
He despised the people, filthy dirty things
Kept to his studies of dream magic, building, learning skills
And still improving now engrossed in it more than ever
Growing farther apart from the world, torn and severed

He spent whole weeks alone, most his time asleep
The isolation slowly began to show a violent streak
He would grind his teeth and claw his nails against the wall
The rumors told he even bit his servants with the strength of dogs

The people came to fear the king as years passed
Whispers of him having lost his mind were now clear as glass
The nightmares had returned,spread at steady pace
Some even reckoned he was dead but definitely yet replaced

Oh, but in the tower the king was up and well
Stretching his seven wings and climbing out a rotten shell
Rotating two heads, adorned by their forty eyes
In which unspeakable horror formed and immortalized

(Ready to leave his castle one more time...)

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