We will know
When they arrive
Because they are
Monsters!
Whose offerings are filthy?
Whose thoughts are humble?
Monster inside
Monster outside

Dead kings, kings of the underground
Dead kings, spread words of those who dead
Dead kings, kings of the underground
Dead kings, all mortals will drown in red!

They edify unwise and ignorant ones
They preach heresy and the vice
Terrible outrage against nature
Which should not be on our side

They drink blood
They plod using sufferings to prolong their lives

Dead kings, kings of the underground
Dead kings, spread words of those who dead

They thirst to stuff their wombs by deaths
And drink the souls at the morbid feast
Our screams are the music
Our blood is the wine
Our fears and despair
Most beloved viands

They spend centuries of human lives and inhuman sufferings
In forbidden desires and disgusting sins
Lips of betrayers whisper their names
In the lands where nobody dies fast

Dead kings, kings of the underground
Dead kings, spread words of those who dead
Dead kings, kings of the underground
Dead kings, all mortals will drown in red
In red!