Bloodline Requiem

The crown is heavy,

forged in old regret (ahhhh) Beneath the chapel where the shadows met

We bleed the same cold history design

And pass the poison down the ancient line

It calls us home

In the quiet of the catacomb (hear the call)

Give me the bloodline nocturne back!

Restore the dark that we lack

In the cold and silent hall

Let the ancient empire fall

We carve our names in monuments of stone

And rule a kingdom made of dust

alone (alone...)

Give it back... (nocturne...)