Lyrics The King Is Dead - Audrey Horne

The King Is Dead

Down on your knees, beggin' them please
But there’s no getting round them
They are pullin' you down, grinning a frown
Still you welcome them in
Twistin' & turnin', your head is on fire
You’re burnin'
Over the edge tell me where does it end
No one can save you, you’re out on a bend
The best of our years have faded away
Her Majesty’s lost her senses
«The King is dead, so bring me his head»
She will bury us all
This is the end of all days
This is the edge of the night
Black waters, red rivers
Raining fire