The Assassination

The king is dead!

Son of God, the ruler of the realm of earth
He lies dead and lifeless on the throne
Son of God, the ruler of the mortal men
Bloodshed, assassinated by his own.

The son of God has fallen
We stand alone.

Darkness falls, a ruler is no more
temples burn, a God is now destined to fall
Son of God, in his kingdom lies an empty throne
Buried, a kingdom now left without hope.

The son of God has fallen
We stand alone
And in this land of fire
We are burning.

And there he lies, with a knife through his heart
Once a warrior now lies dead and cold.

Slaughtered!
Maimed!

Turn back the time for it is running out
all that we've lost is now turning to memories.

The pyre
Burns to ashes!

Is this the end of the world?
As it turns and turns around
Will we die, or will we survive?
The coming of the storm.