Lyrics:
Blood Red Throne Demand

ground. Your blood hits my eyes. I crawl inside your head, bringing out your dead. Watch them cry 22 days of struggle. Praise, Fight, Desire, Demand And

Ka without Kahlua, so you ain't got to pour the king a cup Young Yakuza but, none of my fingers cut So I can still sip Red Zinger with my pinkies up

Reaching something, the forgotten keep Chamber of the cursed demon Call of Mithil charmed their hammers The vain of silver turned red by blood The hidden

how he is meant to be He wanders the streets, with a near empty bottle of wind in his hand He is cold from the rain and wind The last red sip keeps him

stone Reaching something, the forgotten keep Chamber of the cursed demon Call of Mithil charmed their hammers The vain of silver turned red by blood The