Besedila: Nevermore. Obsidian Conspiracy. Your Poison Throne.

Rise, rise, rise
Rise, rise, rise
Rise, rise, rise

What do you want from this world?
What do you want from this life?
What do you want from this season of sorrow
That's waiting to swallow the light?

Rise, rise, from the poison
Rise, rise, to your throne
Rise, rise, from the poison
Rise, rise, to your throne

Your poison throne is obscuring
The lesson required before the burning

What do you want from humanity?
Are we hollow and stained?
Maybe we're all just useless
Or maybe we're all enslaved

Rise, rise, from the poison
Rise, rise, to your throne
Rise, rise, from the poison

Rise, rise, assume your throne

Your poison throne is obscuring
The lesson required before the burning

Sit upon your poison throne
You little drone
Make your plans and shift your dreams
And smash them all to hell

Rise, rise, rise
Rise, rise, rise
Rise, rise, rise

Your poison throne is obscuring
The lesson required before the burning

Sit upon your poison throne
You little drone
Make your plans and shift your dreams
And smash them all to hell