Bled the throat and time was young,

Blood of kings upon my tongue.

plague and death beneath my tread,

empires burned and mortals bled.

This grave of mine feels safe inside

It's my haven at sunrise

When I wake with blood in my eyes

That's when I feel the hunger rise

Hollow halls where whispers rot,

sip the throat the world forgot.

sacred rites now dust and bone,

echoes haunt my endless throne.

Eternal birth, the thirst I keep,

curse awakes while kingdoms sleep.

The stones cry where ages die,

and dust repeats the ancient lie.

split the screams from throat to vein,

Drank the hope that clung to pain.

No tomb holds what won’t obey

I grin where worms decay.

Thorns bloom where kings have bled,

sleeps on crowns the brave once shed.

No dawn, no hymn, no quiet grave

endless hunger that can’t be saved.

This grave of mine feels safe inside

It's my haven at sunrise

When I wake with blood in my eyes

That's when I feel the hunger rise