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