Throne of Frost

A solitary figure, against the winter's frost Cloaked in blackest velvet, in icy patterns lost He sits upon his drum throne, with sticks like bones so pale He summons forth the rhythm, through blizzards he sets sail [Pre-Breakdown] Whispers in the wind, the raven's call of doom Anticipating darkness, his drums echo in the room His throne is a riser, a blitz of pure mayhem [Breakdown] Oh The blast beats are calling Your pulse starts to rise as the darkness is falling He strikes with precision, he strikes with the truth He strikes with the fury [Bridge] Annihilate silence, let thunder be heard Kron Flakes reigns with iron will Drums of war, his craft, his thrill Skulls and sticks, his coat of arms In the storm, he conjures charms [Verse] With every beat, a tempest roars A mighty crash on distant shores A blizzard's heart, Kron Flakes dominates With every hit, he orchestrates The winter's breath accompanies his strikes In the fury of the night, he rides his bike [Interlude] From throne of frost, pure chaos spills As Kron Flakes performs with unholy skills