Graweworld - Blood Red Throne

Terror in your eyes

Murder in disguise

Trying to show your self-composed pride

The answer is kill your bride

Failed to be a part of the world

The smell of blood

The smell of dirt

The sound of tears

Trying to free yourself from pain

But her head will still remain

Crushing her body with massive force

Telling her to give up her source

Trapped in this graveworld

Surrounded by fire and ice

You are losing her… to me…

Fighting an endless war to be free

Graveworld…

Be afraid…

Smell the grave…

The graveworld…

Destiny is no more…