Remains Of The Gods Songtext
If you don't believe that I can restore myself under your crown,
The watch me as I decapitated this serpent head of vanity.
I used to be wary of you, now I'll make your skin crawl at the thought of me
You once thought me a fool, but titles change so easily, as you'll see now.
Who's the fool who is king?
Who's dying and who's triumphing?
You'll learn your lesson from a monster once defied by none.
And now I'm finally able to say you all share this common trait:
Her heart was cold long before her eyes made her stone.
You'll see; they'll tell this story for ages to comeÂ...
The watch me as I decapitated this serpent head of vanity.
I used to be wary of you, now I'll make your skin crawl at the thought of me
You once thought me a fool, but titles change so easily, as you'll see now.
Who's the fool who is king?
Who's dying and who's triumphing?
You'll learn your lesson from a monster once defied by none.
And now I'm finally able to say you all share this common trait:
Her heart was cold long before her eyes made her stone.
You'll see; they'll tell this story for ages to comeÂ...
She didn't see me hovering above her like the halo she abandoned.
Likewise I never laid eyes on the scales of her skin.
My dexterity terrified her; I charmed the blood right out of her neck,
And while her body collapsed to the floor, I grabbed a hold of her head.
Held it up, dripping, to its own reflection and forced her to behold her internal demon.
My battle cry will always echo in her death rattleÂ...
As I left, you seemed so certain that I would falter, but you mistook my confidence for pride.
I never boast of bloodshed unless I have the heads to prove my slaughter.
And with her once writhing skull in my grasp at long last,
And with her wretched, glaring visage burned into my shield,
And with the knowledge that I'm stronger than you'll ever be, it's time to regain my throneÂ...
I'll cut a crown of serpents from her hair to replace the one you used to wear.
Likewise I never laid eyes on the scales of her skin.
My dexterity terrified her; I charmed the blood right out of her neck,
And while her body collapsed to the floor, I grabbed a hold of her head.
Held it up, dripping, to its own reflection and forced her to behold her internal demon.
My battle cry will always echo in her death rattleÂ...
As I left, you seemed so certain that I would falter, but you mistook my confidence for pride.
I never boast of bloodshed unless I have the heads to prove my slaughter.
And with her once writhing skull in my grasp at long last,
And with her wretched, glaring visage burned into my shield,
And with the knowledge that I'm stronger than you'll ever be, it's time to regain my throneÂ...
I'll cut a crown of serpents from her hair to replace the one you used to wear.
