Celtic Frost Jewel Throne
Once prayed to my gods, searching for the whistled memories Empty eyes are staring now, to my feet a land of sorrow I'm the king, sitting in the dark hiding from the shadows of the wind Waets of might, wine of fire, I was called to taste Silver horses brought us here, to the edge of the universe We left the falling walls as the stars' collapse began Now I rest on the highest steps, revealed the eternal frontier As I gaze from the Jewel Throne to the portal of infinity Fallen have the "chosen ones", debris remain in the dust Far behind, beyond the sands, the wind sings to those who fell Forever now, my hands laid down the poisoned weapons I will pray to my gods, searching for the mysteries
