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Into Infernus - Pride of Frey Valor текст песни

Исполнитель: Into Infernus

альбом: VII (Orcestral Edition)


A phantom crescendo of madness
Swept through his mind.
Thoughts of a lonely childhood.
The rag dolls he tore and stabbed.
Anger no other mortal would find
He paced under pregnant skies
Admiring the roaring thunder.
As the moonlight crept from behind
The castle, a perfect vignette, left him spellbound.
As the heavens began to flood, he cursed in rage
"Why have the gods given my brother the crown?!"
His father had died
A family had cried.
A bastard to the king
It ate him inside.
A lost child now blossomed into a black rose
He sought the power and wisdom to the highest degree.
Books of evil captured his soul and all grace did flee.
"The throne would bring great comfort to thee"
He sat in his chambers conducting a plan.
That night, he became another man,
Evil thoughts stirred through his head
Five point stars engraved in his hands
Candles lit, three walls all read six
He hungered for blood to grace his lips.
He approached the king
"Your wife is to be seen by the seamstress for her gown fittings"
He escorted her to his room...
Then he quickly covered her mouth and put a knife to her throat.
He proceeded to plant his sinister seed into her womb
"You think my brother would like to have you after what I have done?
He never played with broken toys!
If you tell him you will be forgotten
Forever."
He rubbed her belly and set her on her way.
10 years had passed.
10 years too many.
It was time to kill his family
He wanted the kings crown once and for all.
He paid assassins to make them disappear.
Alone, in his room, he smiled through the night
Piercing screams echoed and the halls were lit with fear
He smiled and enjoyed his wine under the candlelight.
The morning came
One body remained
He shouted "Kill the whore!"
An order unexpected by his men
The guards could not ignore.
He awoke that night to a horde of people with torches
The whistle blower has spoken truth.
In a panic, Frey locked himself into the library
A place where he spent youth.
There he found a mysterious book entitled VII
Seven deadly sins of men from the past
The last chapter, Pride, was blank
His started to write his life story
As he finished, he grabbed a rope and tied it to a beam
The other end to his neck.
With the kick of the chair, the door burst open
Frey hung swinging too and fro
Like the rag dolls he once played with as a child.
His lifeless body alone and his soul hell-bound.
His soul, hell-bound.

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