Celtic Frost The Usurper
Lend me your steel-bearing hand So I may reign the Jewel Throne My soul feels the gods' demand As the lost kings uphold my side Blood and sand Mark their way The usurper's tears Guide my sword... Fantasia slept in my thoughts As I was a son of infinity The emperor, forgotten, rests in my dreams As, back to the wall, I start the conquest Innocence and wrath Now lie far beyond As we cross the deserts To reach the fortress' gates Tragical serenades Are whispered in the wind As eyes in fury Grant us our strength They're throning on the dignity of might But the successor is to enter the hall False truth saw them climbing the steps But I remain the Jewel Throne's choice
