London is mine, New York and Paris shall fall

One Ring to Rule in Darkness to bind them all

Come to me now a moth to the Flame

Burning your eyes as you stare

With the Blood of the Salnts



Stand on the shore watching the ships as they burn

None will be found the sea will be their final urn

Come to me now a moth to the Flame

Burning your eyes as you stare

I will devour a Specter of Power I will be King for a Day



In passion denicd you call to the gods

In gluttinous sin your face so sublime

With the Blood of the Saints