Fängs: Throne of Bones

Throne of Bones [Verse I] Beyond the roots where no winds roam, Beneath the sky's age-old dome, A Throne of Bones stood pale and white— Entombed within an Eternal Night. Woven with skulls of kings bereft of pride, With crowns long stripped and cast aside, And each and every name the aeons stole Echoes like haunting whispers in a hollow hall. [Pre-Chorus] No voice has spoken, yet my name was heard, Reverberating like some arcane magic word, From every skull upon the scattered stones— A call that rose from the Throne of Bones. [Chorus] The Throne of Bones, pale and cold, Ancient Keeper of the lost and old, All who sought the crown alone— Find their rest upon that Throne. The Throne of Bones, grim and white, Stern Watcher through Eternal Night, Every kingdom by Fate windblown— Silently dwells beneath that Throne. [Verse II] Around the Throne the shadows stirred, Half-heard flew whispers, eerie, blurred, The spectral forms of kings long dead Still lingered on and roamed in dread. Their jeweled crowns were veiled in dust, Their prideful swords yielded to rust, And shattered lay beneath their gaze Their kingdoms old, their bygone days. [Bridge] Then from the depths grim silence fell, More dreadful than the loudest bell, Then one by one the dead turned slow— Upon me hollow eyes were fixed, aglow. No crown I wore, no realm I'd known, Yet still I was beckoned by the Throne, And in its gnarled bones I seemed to see— A dark, grim niche awaiting silently for me. [Final Chorus] The Throne of Bones, pale and cold, Ancient Keeper of the lost and old, All who sought the crown alone— Find their rest upon that Throne. The Throne of Bones, grim and white, Stern Watcher through Eternal Night, Every kingdom by Fate windblown— Silently dwells beneath that Throne. One day shall come, when all is gone, When flesh has failed and years have flown, A place awaits me amongst ancient stones— Beneath the shadow of the Throne of Bones.