The Royal Sty - Dressed in Fire (Lyric Video)

The Royal Sty's official lyric video for "Dressed in Fire". ▶ Listen everywhere soon. ▶ Subscribe:    / @theroyalstyband   Follow The Royal Sty: Instagram:   / theroyalstyband   TikTok:   / theroyalstybandofficial   ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ LYRICS One more dance... MY KING! DRESSED IN FIRE! One more dance, my king... Step in the hall, every face is a mask, every smile is a blade, every toast is a glass, they stitched him in linen, they sealed him in pitch, every coin that he swallowed was sewn in a stitch— wick in a gown, little candle with a crown, all that he owns is the fuel to burn down. He said the hall was too dark for a king of his size, so I brought him the light—now look how he shines. Don't touch me, don't touch me, I'm made of glass, every hand is a hammer, every whisper a crack, keep the torches away, keep the shutters closed— a king cannot shatter if nobody knows... Dance with me, my king, the night is young, the gold on your back is a match unstruck, all that you wanted, all that you hold burns a little brighter than gold— dressed in fire, dressed in fire, the crown was only kindling, dressed in fire... DRESSED IN FIRE! DRESSED IN FIRE! DRESSED IN FIRE! Dance, dance, dance, dance, dressed in fire! Dance, dance, dance, dance, dressed in fire! Bread in the cellar and gold in the hem, he wore the whole harvest and danced over them, the hungry outside press their palms to the glass, he waves like a mirror and lets the night pass. He asked me for more—more light, more gold, more heat for the hands that were never cold, so here is the torch, here's the spark, here's the glow— was it my hand or the wind? Only the ashes know. Don't touch me, don't touch me, I'm made of glass, every hand is a hammer, every whisper a crack, keep the torches away, keep the shutters closed— a king cannot shatter if nobody knows... Dance with me, my king, the night is young, the gold on your back is a match unstruck, all that you wanted, all that you hold burns a little brighter than gold— dressed in fire, dressed in fire, the crown was only kindling, dressed in fire... Dressed in fiiire... DRESSED IN FIRE! DRESSED IN FIRE! DRESSED IN FIRE! All things are traded for fire, and fire for all things, as bread is traded for gold, and gold is traded for kings... In one hand the torch, in the other my gown— shall I cover you, my king... or crown you? I am made of glass... MORE LIGHT! MORE GOLD! MORE LIGHT! MORE GOLD! LET THE WHOLE HALL BURN BEFORE I LET IT GO! MORE LIGHT! MORE GOLD! Dance with me, my king, the night is young, the gold on your back is a match unstruck, all that you wanted, all that you hold burns a little brighter than gold— dressed in fire, dressed in fire, the crown was only kindling, dressed in fire! DRESSED IN FIRE! DRESSED IN FIRE! DRESSED IN FIRE! DRESSED IN FIRE! DRESSED IN FIRE! It was the wind, my king. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ARTWORK (public domain) Froissart, Chronicles: British Library, Harley MS 4380; BnF, Français 2646. Wellcome Collection aquatint engraving by John Harris Jr. from Froissart. Hans Holbein the Younger: The Dance of Death. Francois-Auguste Biard: The Exorcism of the Praise of Charles VI (1839). Francisco Pradilla: Doña Juana la Loca (1877). Georges Rochegrosse: Le Bal des ardents. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ #TheRoyalSty #NuMetal #IndustrialMetal