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To all he was feared

During his rule, his malice was clear

An angry crowd sought revenge

Once he was dead the rumors began

After three hundred years

The castle stands preserving their fears

An ancient parchment is found

To his being it's bound

The tyrant waits

Believing murder is just

Only blood fuels his lust

The castle awaits his return to kill again

Sovereign lord of the dead

In his chamber the words must be read

In the place he was killed

At 2 am when his blood was first

Under false candlelight

The words are said but something's not right

The bells announce his return

But his face is blistered and burned

Somewhere between life and death

The monarch takes his first breath

Who dares whisper his name

He's born again

Monarch, Monarch Macabre

Monarch, Monarch Macabre

Time to bleed

Time to receive all the pleasures and passions he needs

Time for peace, time for release

Life is hell, life is disease

Monarch, Monarch Macabre

Monarch, Monarch Macabre

Monarch, Monarch Macabre

Monarch, Monarch Macabre