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 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