Interpret:

Metal Church

Album:

This Present Wasteland

Domination everywhere laid upon your feet
 Kill the rich and feed the poor, prepare to take your seat
 Your crown of thorns you wear so well fits you like a glove
 Your reign of terror wreaks of hell, you're the evil one
 Burning and burning you can't resist the fire
 Temptation is dangerous, watch the flames grow higher


 The time will come for you to die, you'll think you've left your mark
 The tragedy of your whole life is that of your black heart
 Of your heart
 Tossing and turning beneath this troubled night
 No rest for the wicked when hiding from the light


 Conjuring his wayward spells to unleash upon the earth
 Wallowing in deep despair trying to find his worth
 Blinded by his awful rage he fails to see the light
 Falling to an early death, hope is not in sight
 And in the end you'll be, for all eyes to see
 In the company of sorrow
 The hidden sins of I'll repute have brought you to this point
 The brighter side of death you'll find is not yours to anoint


 The messages you've tried to send
 Have all been for naught
 The words they fall on deafened ears
 And cease the wayward thought