Thrones

Mark of blood on every home Slow death will swallow

No hope just blood and bone Upon a broken Throne

Angel of death and killer of man Come to take us in droves

Proof of god in a heathen stone Seeds of destruction have been sewn

On a broken Throne

Son of god and son of man

Seven prayers to split this land

Most scream as trouble roams

Doors marked by the holy ghost to show

Hell rides the sky while cloaked

River of tears with no place left to flow Cursed city where death will roam One of two is soon to be alone

On a broken Throne

Cursed city where death will roam On a broken Throne

Cursed cities where death will roam Spawn a broken Throne