Kings of the Underground

We will know

When they arrive

Because they are

Monsters!

Whose offerings are filthy?

Whose thoughts are humble?

Monster - inside.

Monster - outside.

Dead kings - kings of the underground.

Dead kings - spread words of those who dead.

Dead kings - kings of the underground.

Dead kings - all mortals will drown in red!

They edify unwise and ignorant ones,

They preach heresy and the vice.

Terrible outrage against nature

Which should not be on our side.

They drink blood.

They plod using sufferings to prolong their lives.

Dead kings - kings of the underground.

Dead kings - spread words of those who dead.

They thirst to stuff their wombs by deaths

And drink the souls at the morbid feast.

Our screams are the music,

Our blood is the wine,

Our fears and despair

Most beloved viands.

They spend centuries of human lives and inhuman sufferings

In forbidden desires and disgusting sins.

Lips of betrayers whisper their names

In the lands where nobody dies fast.

Dead kings - kings of the underground.

Dead kings - spread words of those who dead.

Dead kings - kings of the underground.

Dead kings - all mortals will drown in red.

In red!