歌词
Marching on,
Wretched crowd in confusion
A figure with cape,
Laugh from below
Chanting on,
Hymns of perdition
A riot of corpses' laying down the law:
"Hail! Hail the king of the slaves,
He holds the crown
On a throne of snakes!"
Leading on,
Cruel legion in hysteria
A figure with sceptre,
Cries all around
Throwing off
Every trace of vainglory
Skeletal new order's laying down the law:
"Hail! Hail the king of the slaves,
He holds the crown
On a throne of snakes!"
"Hail! Hail the king of the blind,
Bow down before the one
On the throne of snakes!"