King of the North
Adam Cory Snyder
[Verse 1]
Upon a cloud
The king of stones sat down
There's no turning back now
Calamity has been unbound
Wearing the crown
Looking down so tall
Alone in a pale tower
The hour has bled out
Smiling shining death
The wound upon its head
[Chorus]
This is not a game
This is not a game
This is not a game
This is not a game
[Bridge]
Standing alone
Calling out my will
Under my boot
The world will kneel
[Verse 2]
The thrones were cast down
The power ripped from the clouds
Thunder in their heads
Winged, approaching death
Look up to the sky
Your father's face is a lie
Made of glass and broken stone
Their lying еyes are all you're shown