Of Whispers
Butcher King Wilshire
I move like an immortalI want to live foreverThese people bow to meI will live foreverButcher, prepare this feastFor I am the kingRaise your glasses as we toastThe greatest King that ever wasThrough strength in numbers I cannot be harmedI laugh at all those who aspire to take my throneThe blood that flows through my veinsIt rules all men, it will notIt shall not, ever run dryThis bow will never be brokenThese hands will never grow oldI will bow to no oneThis crown is mine, and mine aloneYou're the voice of a thousand facesYour cunning is almost believableLike a whisper in the night I've waitedFor morning brings your fallLetras de cancionesI will never bow at your kneesthis bow will never be brokenthese hands will never grow oldi will bow to no onethis crown is mine, and mine alonethis bow will never be brokenthese hands will never grow oldby the bane of my swordi shout freedom.
From Letras Mania