The Dark Throne

In shadows deep, a monarch's throne His crown of malice darkly shone A cloak of night, his armor black With eyes that pierce, no turning back Oh, hear the drums, the war's cruel call As darkness spreads, consuming all His army marches, hearts cold as stone Underneath the king's relentless throne A sword of lies, his weapon keen He wields it sharp, his reign obscene With whispers sly, he stirs the fray Leading souls astray, night and day Oh, hear the drums, the war's cruel call As darkness spreads, consuming all His army marches, hearts cold as stone Underneath the king's relentless throne