Fit For A King

(álbum: Bowels Of Earth - 2019)

All you know you think is dead
Why can't you despair
With all your self-contempt
Seeking in a world with time to steal

Living rules, conniving fools
Collect your prize of world demise
Your rotting flesh, you are more or less
A living thing fit for a king

Hiding in the sewers
Redemption in misery
Today there's a chance for admission
Too high for a man to pay

With broken wings, conformity
Your word has spread a staring death
Your rotting flesh, you are more or less
A living thing fit for a king

(Woah)

Breaking through the surface
Straight into the furnace
Rising from the ashes
Welcoming the flames

The flames
Enter or be flamed

Your rotting flesh, you are more or less
A living thing, fit for a king
Your rotting flesh, you are more or less
A living thing, fit for a king