Jaffar letra

The winds they speak of me
The hills,they say
High of my arts and knowledge
Lord of war they call jaffar
August high born vizir
Of the truest blood
In nights disguise
I learned my ways
The kings envy
The highest chief
Jaffar
August high born
Vizir of the truest blood
Oh lord,show me
The ways,of war
Help me,bring my
Doomed throne back
This life my being
I wow,to thee
I pledge,to you
Your skills will not be wasted
Now king,you tell me how you fell
What you want,I possess
What you can't accomplish
You are a dweller
Of halls of kings
I'll steer your kingdom
To dominion and greatness
And now I see the trail
I see the trail
Of death on your brow
The meddler of time
Death shall come after you!
Your life degrades back to the earth
You breathe!

Dark Helm - Letras

• Cymbeline
• Jaffar
• Origins II (Endings)