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In a history of fire

I worshipped every throne

To lead the hordes when time comes

To become a ruler of my own

I will not be forgotten

Nor will I be in vain

The remembrance of my legacy

Will be the King ov Pain

I will abandon every-one

In darkness I will reign

My lies will be your gospel

The poet of the slain

Kneel before thy master

Sacrifice all you gain

When misery strike upon you

Pray to the King ov Pain

I wear my strength

And darkness equally well

The divine half blood

Between heaven and hell

I will not be forgotten

Nor will I be in vain

The remembrance of my legacy

Will be the King ov Pain