Tower of Pain - Fit For A King

Will I rise from the ashes we create

Will I fall into oblivion

When I look up to this tower with a soul that’s ripped apart

I see my death before me and the path is cold and dark

I feel the flames surrounding my heart

Watching my soul being torn apart

Twenty six years I’ve been digging my grave

Climbing the tower of pain

Fear shouldn’t be deciding my fate

My agony shouldn’t be holding this weight

When my heart no longer beats what will I say

Will I rise from the ashes we create

Will I fall into oblivion

When I look up to this tower with a soul that’s ripped apart

I see my death before me and the path is cold and dark

I hear the whisper of death in my ear

Hell is safe for a thousands of years

Twenty six years being told I’m a slave

Trading desire away

Fear shouldn’t be deciding my fate

My agony shouldn’t be holding this weight

When my heart no longer beats what will I say

Will I rise from the ashes we create

Will I fall into oblivion

When I look up to this tower with a soul that’s ripped apart

I see my death before me and the path is cold and dark

Hell shouldn’t draw me closer to Heaven

Death shouldn’t pull me closer to faith

Hell shouldn’t draw me closer to Heaven

Death shouldn’t pull me closer to faith

I will climb the tower of pain

Blegh!

Tower of pain!