Kings - Chelsea Wolfe

Kings have all lost their heads

Somehow we, we lost our way

We are running away

Lost upon the lonesome winds

The voice of god despairing him

Then crept into the severed heads

Of dreams we have forgotten and

Lost upon the rotted minds

Of unjust fools who’ve forgotten

Lost upon the rotted hearts

Of those who have forgotten us

Our frozen wills have melted down

Into nothing they can help

Into nothing

All is nothing

All is done

All is over