At the bottom of the pit
I sold my soul to the devil
As the crowd shouted for my country
For my king
I would do anything
I would crush any enemy
So at the end of my days
I bow to another king
Now I’m the one screaming
For my country, for my king
I’d do anything
I’ll draw blood from all of your enemies
So take me down
I’m ready for anything you have to offer
From every time
I lick the gore from your bones
I will grow stronger
It’s the funeral of kings
It’s the funeral
So at the bottom of your hell
I find my peace
As the crowd shouted for my country
For my king
I would do anything
I would crush any enemy
So lift me down from the cross
I’ll wear his crown of thorns
Now I’m the one screaming
For my country, for my king
I’d do anything
I would crawl on my knees for you
So take me down
I’m ready for anything you have to offer
From every time
I lick the gore from your bones
I will grow stronger
It’s the funeral of kings
It’s the funeral
Come take me down
I’m ready for anything you have to offer me
‘Cause every time
I lick the gore from your bones
I will grow stronger
Funeral of kings!
