Текст песни
In the halls of broken mirrors
He sits crowned in cracking gold
Eyes like fever
Hands like thunder
Naming every fear we're told
Tolyadar
God of psychos
Keeper of the splintered throne
All our quiet
Crawling terrors
Are the seeds you call your own
Tolyadar
In the shouting
In the static of my skull
When the sane world feels so hollow
You are terrible and full
Hearts parade in crooked armor
Marching to a warped parade
Every chant a twisted prayer
Every tear a vow we made
