Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Behold, Thy King, artist - A Wake in Providence. Album song The Blvck Sun || the Blood Moon, in the genre
Date of issue: 21.03.2019
Record label: Outerloop
Song language: English
Behold, Thy King |
Numb have our senses become. |
Ever since we’ve been sworn to this hell, |
living without our dignity, the antichrist has risen, the orders have been |
given |
Behold, the king. |
Bask in his might. |
As the night grows longer, we’re doomed to |
wander |
To wander this plane of existence, withering alone, with no help or assistance |
There’s nothing left for your soul, now let go and be one with him |
Why can’t you see? |
Things are different now. |
Gaze upon your end |
For we are damned, breathing the sulfuric air. |
We followed the fallen, |
through beautiful and toxic lands. |
A disembodied presence, the gorgeous |
burning star, a dark beacon in the light, the one true burning god |
Spoken words of a mythos lost, translated to shit, meaningless and drowned in |
piss. |
Plague these beings, left to purge, left to lament. |
Capture, |
darken the entire world, to circumvent |
Before there were eons of rulers, but now there can only be one. |
Before their conglomerate, united under the blacked sun of death |
We will forever bask in his glory. |
Now bow your head to the Divine one. |
We look upon the sun as we pray to the moon, to leave the light to be consumed |
To consume |
We live our lives in comfort, killing, pillaging. |
It is unrelenting. |
We accept the offering of death. |
This the hand that is dealt, now just |
sentence yourself |
Break me free of my spirit. |
Oh beloved savior, do what you must, |
and send me to the fire. |
I’ll learn to hate. |
The burning of my desires |
Bless these lands. |
The air is oblivion, flowing rivers red, the cleansing |
reflection of the dead |
We are impure, a cataclysmic end. |
The finite infinite |
We are the damned, breathing the sulfuric air. |
We followed the fallen, |
through beautiful and toxic lands. |
A disembodied presence, the gorgeous |
morning star, a dark beacon in the light, the one true burning god |
Numb have our senses become, ever since we’ve been sworn to this hell. |
Living without our dignity, the antichrist has risen, the orders have been |
given |
Behold, the king, upon us |