King for a Day

True Gods they sleep

Locked in their mountain of dreams

They wait for the call：for the hunger

They must be freed

Drive out the Christian seed

Lay waste bring the storm and the thunder

There must be change

Or this land will crumble and decay

I must redeem them somehow I

Must free them

Return waht was lost once again

If I was King for a day

This land would burn in the mystical flames

Born through the fire

The Old Gods would reign

If I was King for a day

These words I speak

Let loose the dragon I seek

His breath will transform through the madness

Immersed so deep

Secrets the centuries keep

In death are restored in the vastness

Until that day

We must take their sanctuary away

Cast out the pieces the Christian weakness

And build on the pyre that remains

If I was King for a day

This land would burn in the mystical flames

Born through the fire

The Old Gods would reign

If I was King for a day