Throne of Reason, Throne of Decay.

The throne of decay
Speaks nothing
We speak of mysteries
And then are silent.

The silent ones fade away and become the forgotten.
Nothing told nothing lost.

Nothing forsaken nothing gained.
My damnation traded for the lost.
The lost ones always in my heart.

How many demises till death takes its friends
And it's bait away.

Fisher of men fisher of blood, death takes its toll
At every door.
The silent ones bide in their time.
Nothing taken, nothing gained.