A Sleeping Throne - Lacrimas Profundere

I didn’t want to know

Where your sweet love flows

And I don’t want to leave

This bright kingdom of my grief

I didn’t understand

Why every king must end

Why all this blood must flow

And that we must leave in dust

And I sit enthroned

On my knees

And I lick my wounds

In great halls

And I wear a crown

Made of stone

Which is only there

To bow me

I will not leave my hate

Will not congregate

I’m the king of my alone

And I want me to be gone

And I sit enthroned

On my knees

And I lick my wounds

In great halls

And I wear a crown

Made of stone

Which is only there

To bow me

To bow me

To bow me

To bow me

To bow me

To bow me

To bow me

To bow me

And I sit enthroned

On my knees

And I lick my wounds

In great halls

And I wear a crown

Made of stone

Which is only there

To bow me

And I sit enthroned

On my knees

And I lick my wounds

In great halls

And I wear a crown

Made of stone

Which is only there

To bow me