Kings of Old

[Verse] In the shadows of the midnight moon, the ancient crypts awake, Whispers of forgotten tombs, where death and silence break, Necromancers weave their spells, in darkness they confide, Summoning the kings of old, from where they once did lie. [Pre-Chorus] Eldritch power surges, as the graves begin to breathe, Ancient crowns and iron thrones, rise from the beneath. [Chorus] Kings of old, undead and bold, Return to claim their rights, Through necromancy’s dark embrace, They rise in blackened night. Doom and gloom, their ancient tomb, A kingdom draped in dread, With eldritch power, they reclaim, The throne of the undead. [Verse] Rituals in moonlit halls, where shadows dance and sway, Mysterious and arcane chants, to call the dead to day, Scepters of forgotten reigns, with power re-imbued, Marching from their sepulchers, in tattered regal hues. [Pre-Chorus] Mystic forces beckon, as the earth begins to quake, Legions of the fallen kings, in death now wide awake. [Chorus] Kings of old, undead and bold, Return to claim their rights, Through necromancy’s dark embrace, They rise in blackened night. Doom and gloom, their ancient tomb, A kingdom draped in dread, With eldritch power, they reclaim, The throne of the undead. [Bridge] By candlelight, the covens chant, in catacombs so deep, A destiny reborn in night, from realms of endless sleep, Their sovereign gaze, a ghostly blaze, illuminates the dark, A prophecy of shadows, ignites the spectral spark. [Solo] [Chorus] Kings of old, undead and bold, Return to claim their rights, Through necromancy’s dark embrace, They rise in blackened night. Doom and gloom, their ancient tomb, A kingdom draped in dread, With eldritch power, they reclaim, The throne of the undead. [Outro] In the silence of the grave, where time and death collide, The kings of old shall rule again, with necromantic pride. A world enshrouded in their reign, eternal and supreme, In the realm of doom and gloom, they reign as in a dream. [Outro] In the silence of the grave, where time and death collide, The kings of old shall rule again, with necromantic pride. A world enshrouded in their reign, eternal and supreme, In the realm of doom and gloom, they reign as in a dream.