Kings Of The Scene

as time grows to be my reaper 
I leave my mark behind 
and history will be my keeper 
but I am still alive 

and where the ancient kings 
are buried new kings 
will rise and stand 
and so the torch is always carried 
passed from hand to hand 

in the night it is all we care for 
and we all play our part 
enslaved is our passion and therefore 
we hide it in the dark