Headspace - The Frozen Throne
Headspace - The Frozen Throne
He spoke with spirits, he guided the clans
But the voices were lies from the Leegeons's command
Kil’jaeden he smiled — and Ner’zhul he fell
His people were sold, his soul was for sale
He opened the rift, and then Draenor cracked
A world in decay — there’s no coming back
Kil’jaeden he took him, and ripped him apart
No body remained — just fear in the dark
They sealed him in a throne of ice
his soul imprisoned, and stripped of light
The first Lich King was binded and bound
Screaming from under Northrend’s icy crown
Prince of Lord-ah-ron, blade of light
Justice in hand, destroying the blight
Stratholme has burned under his command
To save all his people, he damned all the land
He found the sword — Frost mourne called
It promised power — and took it all
It stole his soul, sullied his name
Left only wrath — left only flame
He killed his father, and marched with the dead
No mercy for power was lusted instead
He climbed to the spire, where he heard the call
he put on the helm and he lost it all
Two wills. One crown. never looking back.
Frozen souls on a throne of black.
One sought power. One sought control.
Now both are gone and replaced by cold.
Two wills. One crown. never looking back.
Frozen souls on a throne of black.
One sought power. One sought control.
Now both are gone and replaced by the cold.
There must always be one.
and we are .... the one.