[Verse 1] A ruined shrine wrapped in mist, Pillars like bones, twisted by curse, In the stone whispers a lost psalm – A prayer of the dead, hopelessly dispersed. The ground breathes with a rotten breath, From ashes rises the rattle of bones, And the first pilgrim steps into the maw – Into the realm of hunger, pain, and groans! --- [Verse 2] A throne of cracked ribs and skulls, Beneath it creaks the land of broken oaths. Chains of eternity rattle around, Skeletons writhing – nameless, mindless hosts. Rusty shackles beat in rhythm, An orchestra of slaves who never sleep, And from their jaws without a voice Whispers a vow of death, cold and deep. --- [Chorus] KING OF BONES! Lord of rot, of shadow and hunger! KING OF BONES! With a crown of worms and ice thunder! DEVOURER OF TIME! He holds the artifact of the cursed! NEVER TO DIE! While the last pilgrim draws his breath first! --- [Verse 3] Frozen eyes in a crystal skull, Arctic tombs echo in his veins. His breath is a dagger of blackened snow, That slashes through prayers and gods’ remains. Prophecy dice fall from his sleeve, Each one etched with fatal doom, And when he steps — he chills the ashes, Ignites the blood, and seals the tomb. --- [Verse 4] The ground is sticky with oath-blood spilled, Steam of pain rises from shattered forms. Pilgrims’ hands grip blackened blades, Their shadows blaze in defiant storms. Runes are scorched in burning flesh, Their eyes crack with the last calm sigh, Not to kneel… not to plead… But to die on their feet and spit at the sky! --- [Verse 5] Banners of skin wave above the war, Demons strum tendons like strings of despair. The orchestra of death roars through skull halls, As the wizard’s scream shreds the air. The King lifts his sword of whistling bone, The pilgrim strikes in the heart of the black, And when light finally bursts through night – The ruins crumble with one last crack. --- [Verse 6] Silence swallows the final cry, The artifact sinks in the dust of forgetting. The King of Bones remains in the land of shade, Awaiting the day he rises — never regretting.
