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