A Sleeping Throne
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 didnt 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
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
Writer/s: Oliver Nikolas Schmid, Christopher Schmid
