[Titel: The Last Judgment of Kings] [spoken with a deep dark spooky male ghostly voice allmost screaming] Hear me you rotten souls of kings, now take my bid, for all those innocent you tormented, yes hell is the destination for what you did [Total mayhem hardest terror-core techno drops like a nuclear bomb from hell] [Verse 1] You turned away when the pendulum swung. You counted the dead while the bells were rung. You wore the crown like a shield from blame, but every throne remembers the name. Look at you now. No guards. No gold. No cheering crowd. No hand to hold. You called yourself chosen. You called yourself right. Now you stand alone before the night. [Pre-Chorus 1] Step from the throne. Step into flame. No crown survives when judgment calls your name. All that you stole, all that you sold, returns tonight a thousandfold. [Chorus] The kings will answer. The kings will fall. No wall of power can save them all. The doom collectors wait below, counting every debt you thought nobody would know. The kings will answer. The bells will toll. No throne can hide a guilty soul. What you gave the world comes back in kind. Now justice walks one step behind. [Verse 2] You fed the wars. You signed the page. Then watched the young die in your rage. You called it duty. You called it peace. But every lie has a final lease. Now there is nowhere left to run. No palace door. No loaded gun. The hands you used to point and blame are empty now inside the flame. [Pre-Chorus 2] Step into judgment. Stand where they stood. Face every life you called "for the good." No servant speaks. No banners wave. A king is just flesh when he enters the grave. [Chorus 2] The kings will answer. The kings will fall. No wall of power can save them all. The doom collectors wait below, counting every debt you thought nobody would know. The kings will answer. The bells will toll. No throne can hide a guilty soul. What you gave the world comes back in kind. Now justice walks one step behind. [Bridge] Sing with the devils. Dance with the dead. Hear every promise you broke in your head. Every mother. Every son. Every war you said had to be won. No more speeches. No more disguise. No more holy words to cover the lies. [Breakdown] NO CROWN. NO NAME. NO THRONE. NO CLAIM. ONLY THE DEBT. ONLY THE FLAME. [Last Chorus] The kings will answer. The kings will fall. History rises to judge them all. The doom collectors close the gate. Power is useless when justice comes late. The kings will answer. The bells will toll. Every empire pays its toll. What you gave the world comes back in kind. And now the throne is left behind. [Outro] You wanted to be remembered as mighty. As chosen. As great. But the dead remember differently. And now they wait at the gate.
