Throne of Shame Songtext
von Nights of Malice

Pestilence, we′ve spread the man made plague
Venomous thoughts of the sick and depraved
Forever haunted by the cries of the dead
They tried to warn us, there was nothing to save

Reckoning, the day of judgement has come
There's nothing left of the cities but dust
Ghosts of the frontline who′ve perished in vein
Satisfying the empire's bloodlust

Flames of purification in the name of freedom
Bludgeoning to the sound of the war drum
Citizens bow to their sadistic and myopic leaders
Feeding them filth and lies they can bleed for
Pray for resolution that we'll never see ′cause in their eyes
We are nothing and we all deserve to fucking die

False prophets speak for the Father
Wearing death like a Medal of Honor
Digging graves for your sons and your daughters
The blind will lead the blind to the slaughter


All shall soon witness the long awaited end of times
As they force our nations down tightropes to their demise
Our Father, in heaven, hallowed be thy name
Your kingdom′s burning as you rest upon your throne of shame

Reckoning, the day of judgement has come
There's nothing left of the cities but dust
Ghosts of the frontline who′ve perished in vein
Satisfying the empire's bloodlust

Pestilence, we′ve spread the man made plague
Venomous thoughts of the sick and depraved
Forever haunted by the cries of the dead
They tried to warn us, there was nothing to save

Death, the ravenous merchant, hath no hope or care
Grinning as the apocalypse draws near
When this bleeding world breathes it's final breath
You′ll see, even Death, himself will shed a tear

False prophets speak for the Father
Wearing death like a Medal of Honor
Digging graves for your sons and your daughters
The blind will lead the blind to the slaughter


All shall soon witness the long awaited end of times
As they force our nations down tightropes to their demise
Our Father, in heaven, hallowed be thy name
Your kingdom's burning as you rest upon your throne of shame

Flames of purification in the name of freedom, bludgeoning to the sound of the war drum
Citizens bow to their sadistic and myopic leaders
Feeding them filth and lies they can bleed for
Pray for resolution that we'll never see ′cause in their eyes
We are nothing and we all deserve to fucking die

Death, the ravenous merchant, hath no hope or care
Grinning as the apocalypse draws near
When this bleeding world breathes it′s final breath
You'll see, even Death, himself will shed a tear