Runemagick Upon The Red Thrones
Souls flying with the dark winds of doom
Alive by the force within the flesh
They just are from the heart of the serpent
He who lives beyond the great wall of stone
The winds carried them to the land of the dying
In the mountains where no one else where flying
Upon the red thrones
Where the laughter of the sinners never ends
Upon the red thrones
Twisted faces and bleeding eyes
In the kingdom of the ancient dragons of death
They sit upon the red thrones made of flesh
The force of the soul still grows within
They both feel that the truth is to sin
She read the signs of the creature outsides
And the laughter of sin echoes among the dragons
Upon the red thrones
Where the laughter of the sinners never ends
Upon the red thrones
Twisted faces and bleeding eyes
Lost souls trying to see within the force
Disturbed by the ones who have the code of life
We are the highest form of desecration in your eyes
The power of the secret magick never dies
