The bastard burns
The martyrdom
The albatross
Contusions
Illusion
Divine right
God bless you
God damn them
God complex
I comply
I called it
I conquered
The people feel your fear
Desolate
Decrepit
Disgusting
An empire
Collapses
Imploded
An occult
Created
Corruption
The rack has
No power
Forsaken
The people
Praise the ones they want
Pressure
Mitigated
Stare void
And hollow
Snapped out of place
Eviscerate
A nameless face
My cross to bear
My blood you'll wear
The final breath
Run
Hide
False
Grind
Cast out the callous captive
No blood spill on the rose
Lovely sign of sentiment
Thorns piercing those who hold
All the power's in your hands
Be careful what you do
What will you prove
Forsaken
Take heed
Take cover
Figure
Head
Marble
Statues
Fallen
Queen
I can hardly stomach
Anything I'm at fed
At the bottom
Long forgotten
Vacant coffin
Shield
My
Fear
Ahh