Текст песни Baroque - Broken Throne

Оригинальный текст песни Broken Throne

A golden fortress
But cold inside
And in your darkness, I will become the light
There are gods and devils walking by my side

No purpose
Pure apathy
Descend
No future
Just agony
I am

Trapped in a cycle of deception
An architect of purgatory
Watch the backfire of your actions
A body bag your legacy

Spite rises amongst the neglected
Tear down the gates

Tear down the gates

From an ivory tower
You sell starvation as life
And when the masses die of thirst
You let the rivers run dry

Hostility guiding me through perdition
Reasoning slowly consumed by hate
Crawling, burning, cremate
Tear down the gates

Tear down the gates
Storm the golden halls
Set the towers ablaze
And watch the crown fall

A golden fortress
But cold inside
And in your darkness, I will become the light
There are gods and devils walking by my side

By my side

I am trapped in a cycle of deception
Convince yourself that you did nothing wrong
Your drive for honor like a drop in the ocean
A dying king on a broken throne