London is mine
New York and Paris shall fall
One ring to rule in darkness
To bind them all
Come to me now
A moth to the flame
Burning your eyes as you stare
With the blood of the saints
Stand on the shore
Watching the ships as they burn
None will be found
The sea will be their final urn
Come to me now
A moth to the flame
Burning your eyes as you stare
I will devour a specter of power
I will be king for a day
In passion denied
You call to the gods
In glutinous sin
Your face so sublime
With the blood of the saints

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