The Crown I Carry — Antestor

The grip no longer holds When passion abandons Teh bonds no longer clutch And the rope screams your name

A path of daggers But where to step A hallway of illusions Of what was

Duty heavy as a mountain The battle draws near Your shoulders carry many Still death seems remarkebly void

You wonder fate in lack of faith What you consider luck, may be Gods will A wanderer of the light will never die Before God give his aproval

A path of daggers...

The crown I cary as an aura above me Is the proof of who my saviour truly is

My mute cries overheard My blindness is seen My tears washed away My feebleness became my strength

Duty heavy as a mountain Teh battle draws near Your shoulders cary many Still death seems remarkebly void

You wonder fate in lack of faith What you consider luck, may be Gods will A wanderer of the light will never die Before God give his aproval

A path of daggers...

When love is lost, only hate will remain