Throne of Fangs

(aaaaahhh) Silver goblets raised in silent halls

Shadows dancing on the velvet walls We watch the centuries dissolve to

dust In quiet hunger we put

our trust

Oh, the endless night is calling us home

Under the pale

marble dome Forever young,

forever cold A beautiful tragedy

untold

A cold embrace beneath the heavy iron gates

We are the masters of our lonely fates

No sun will rise to break the golden spell

In silent grace where dark and beauty dwell

Oh,

the endless night is calling us home

Under the pale marble dome Forever young,

forever cold A beautiful tragedy

untold

Forever cold... (forever...)