The Pale King

I was awakened by the howling of the dog,
Or perhaps a wolf
Summoned by the voices
Who are shouting in my ear
The pale king comes from afar

Before the time
Who will decide
I’ve lived to see one thousand moons
I am week
I am ill
I am old
With a taste for the kill

All that I’ve seen
In the years that I posses
The faces I don’t recognize
Summoning the ancients
With the evil that awaits
Reading from the book of the dead

Zone of the gods
Below the sea
I’ve traveled amongst the stars
I am life
I am death
I control the gates of this world

The pale king reigns
Condemns the world
Their doing time
Till the end of their lives

Fallin’ traveling through out of this world
Falling, fallen from the skies
Taken from the prophecy
As they control your mind

The pale king holds your faith

One hundred thousand year and counting
One hundred million more to go
Through out his life he keeps on searching
The pale king makes this world his own

And the seals of these are written herein
Yet others I must take with me
Spirit of daemon no longer known
And have mercy on my soul