Your legacy
Of ecstasy
Of vanity
Of inhumanity
Your enmity
Profanity
Diablerie
Tread carefully
Come one and all my friends
To the greatest celebration ever thrown
For your pleasure we bring debauchies
Like you've never known
You know you're to blame
We know your names
Death comes for the wicked and good all the same
Your hands are stained with the blood of the slain
And we're leaving this whole fucking city in flames
Your hands are stained with the blood of the slain
And we're leaving this whole fucking city in flame
Shut your door to the sick and poor
Within your halls of blood and gore
A monster on his golden throne
But still your greed cries out for more
You know you're to blame
We know your names
Death comes for wicked and good all the same
Your hands are stained with the blood of the slain
And we're leaving this whole fucking city in flames
In every room and every hall
The smell of blood is permeating
Dread begins to grip your heart
Your sanctuary's disintegrating
A hollow stare
But we don't care
The death of empires lying there
The sick abound
No pity found
This pestilence is everywhere
So raise a glass to your bloody past
But hands that slay will never last
Your cities burn your markets crash
Your empire lies in smoldering ash
Close your eyes and drink this toast
Ignore the ones who need it most
The fire is warm
The wine flows
Past these walls
A plague wind blows
You know you're to blame
We know your names
But death comes for the wicked and good all the same
Your hands are stained with the blood of the slain
And we're leaving this whole fucking city in flames
Your hands are stained with the blood of the slain
And we're leaving this whole fucking city in flames
You shut your door to the sick and poor
Within your halls of blood and gore
A monster on his golden throne
But still your greed cries out for more
We know you're to blame
We know your name
Death comes for the wicked and good all the same
Your hands are stained with the blood of the slain
And we're leaving this whole fucking city in flames
Shut your doors to the sick and poor
Within your halls of blood and gore
A monster on a golden throne
But still your greed cries out for more
You know you're to blame
We know your name
Death comes for wicked and good all the same
Your hands are stained with the blood of the slain
And we're leaving this whole fucking city in flames