The Crown I Carry

The grip no longer holds

When passion abandons

The bonds no longer clutch

And the rope screams you 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 remarkably void

You wonder fate in lack of faith

What you consider luck, may be God's will

A wanderer of the light will never die

Before God gives his approval

A path of daggers...

The crown I carry 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

The battle draws hear

Your shoulders carry many

Still death seems remarkably void

You wonder fate in lack of faith what you consider luck, may be Gods wil

A wanderer of the light will never die

Before God gives his approval

A path of daggers...

When love is lost, only hate will remain