King Of The Dead - Cirith Ungol

Thunder howls, The King will rise again

The time has come, to pay for all your sins

Silence shattered by his gasping cries

His savage touch will end your world of lies



Who has dared to desecrate his crypt

Shall soon be hanging lifeless in his grip

Who has dared to stalk him in the gloom

For he has freshly risen from the tomb



Crown upon his head

King of the Dead



The sword descends, the blood shall fall like rain

Its rising tide will cleanse your world of pain

His grip will rob the living of their breath

For as he ruled in life, he rules in death

Le tonnerre hurle, le roi ressuscitera

Le moment est venu de payer tous vos péchés

Le silence brisé par ses cris haletants

Sa touche sauvage mettra fin à votre monde de mensonges



Qui a osé profaner sa crypte

Seront bientôt suspendus sans vie dans sa poigne

Qui a osé le traquer dans l'obscurité \u003cbr />
Car il vient de sortir du tombeau



Couronne sur sa tête

Roi des morts



L'épée descend, le sang tombera comme la pluie

Sa marée montante nettoiera votre monde de douleur

Son emprise privera les vivants de leur souffle

Car comme il a régné dans la vie, il règne dans la mort