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Throne Of BonesHands folded she is draggedthrough dark corridors in his lair. She was found alone, lost in the night The young girl prays, but knows; where she is; God has no dominion And every room echoes with some ancient horror between her sobs she can hear them still; frightened whispers and phantom screams here can be no rest, even in death Voices never heard, faces never seen They led her to his feet Anguish in her voice, as she cries out "Are you even living men?" Sitting upon the throne of bones, his face reveals nor age or emotion His eyes; as the nightsky with all stars dead Left alone with him, she cannot look away The burning stare, The voice in her head, The fear that slowly fades Her will it dies away She's walking into his embrace From the dungeons, with their unspeakable tools of pain to the tallest spires, chambers filled with vile lore Her screams can be heard for hours The tyrant has had his gruesome thirst stilled Tonight, ungodly voices will reveal more of their secrets to him! |