Celtic Frost - The Usurper

Innocence and wrath

Now lie far beyond

As we cross the deserts

To reach the fortress' gates

Tragical serenades

Are whispered in the wind

As eyes in fury

Grant us our strength



Throning on the dignity of might

But the successor is to enter the hall

False truth saw them climbing the steps

But I remain the jewel throne's choice



Blood and sand

Mark their way

The usurper's tears

Guide my sword