Time to Be King - Jorn

Sending a message to man

I am the sound of the road

Moving with darkness to my home

Searching for reasons to grow

Cynical creatures of coldness

I am the master of soul

Burning like fuel to the hellfire

Power is out of control

In this whell of deception we fell then we die — Yeah!

I am flying with the wind

It’s my time to be king and rise

Melting this world of destruction

I am the devil below

Torching the ground of the holy

My heart is black as coal

I am one with the thunder

Crushing the tower of stone

Walking so brave till my breath fades away and I die — Tell me why

I am gliding on a wind

It’s my time to begin soaring high

And I’m going home

Sending my fire to mankind

I want the story told

Remember the lord of the lonely

I was your rock and roll

Screaming the beast in the monster

My engine is ready to blow

This machine of confusion will fade out and die — right

On this earth of conception we break down and try again

Till the end we believe you and I

Our vision has entered the sky

I’m the storm from within

Hear me crying like the wind — now

Spread the word across the land

The crown is in my hands

Time to be King