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Crown

We are the cold
lords of hate
we slowly break
the bonds of fate

the iron burns
in my vein
slowly driving
me insane

my golden princess
calls me near
I slowly walk
bringing fear

The prince's crown
shiny yet drear
upon a stone
glowing clear

those around me
hear the sound
those I hate
pushing me down
I try to stand
I fight for life
I feel the twisting
of the knife

I break my back upon the lies
of those I know who don't care who cries
The life of me, sad and drear
Soon enough though, they will fear

The darkened hall
echos faint
although I can't see
I feel like a saint
I bring the light
unto them all
the messenger
of the fall

A golden crown
upon my head
those around me
feel the dread
I am weak
I cannot stand
Upon my knees now
I turn to sand