hymns of the lord Crimson

Embrace the bloody king

who grow up in the bloody revenge

Those filthy fists are raised

Those symbol of hatred

No one can't escape, the rolls of fortune.

Everything doesn't change, the king still are there

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The Power still are there, wither doesn't stop it

corruption doesn't stop

Drink off this spirit

and sit on your throne

Let people afraid, let the fear control themselves.

The holy blood is not even dry yet

The new blood is already takeing

Howl through the great hall

Through the blizzard and frozen

We sitting here do the black mass

To celebrate old kingdom gone

emmanuel shall die forever

till in end, of the time

Far beyond the horizon

Far beyond the void abyss

Beware those cliche it made us immerse those agonist

Beware those cliche it made us corrupt like those popes

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We celebrate for this festival of apocalypse

Until everything gone, until everything turn to empty

Lord Crimson sit on his throne

and put it down his rusty sword

We do this black mass by the name of the void Abyss