Pareidolia - Poison King Lyrics

Born in Anatolia
150 years before Christ was
In a mighty palace
Along the black sea
A little boy prince
Studied the Pontic Creed

Struck by a bolt of lightning
The fate of the prince was aligning
Until his rightful throne was taken
And the mighty king was yet to awaken

Torn by the death of his kin
Riding through the forest
Guided by the wind
His steed his only reliable friend
Contemplating death
But hell bent on revenge
A letter to the imposter, he would send
By the might of the gods, I will win
One year later, the usurper's life had come to end

By
The hand
Of
The poison king
The poison king
The poison king
The poison king

The old king sat on his throne
Finding and questioning alone
Famous and by all known
His name in history forever sewn
As his palace was being attacked
He searched through his poison rack
To give himself a quick heart attack
But the elixirs all had no effect
His poison blood you could not infect
The poison king