Crowns
Watch your steps for a mad king can be worse
Than the one who rides the horse of rust
Its name was there at the end of times
Walls are not there unless you raise them
And even the silence ceases to exist
The time has come to bow your heads
In front of us
Crowns that should never be made
And thrones on the backs of their subjects
Carrion and rotten estate
Crowns that should never be made
And thrones on the backs of their subjects
Carrion and rotten estate
Scepter of the damned
Held by the midget that shouts
And its shouts are the loudest
The loudest sound ever made
And the jester with rage
Filled with it made by it
Takes truth for nothing but fun
Creates its own reality
Ściągnę was w dół zerwę korony z głów
Korony z cierni i z łez
Przerwę ten krąg chóralnych rąk
W litanii każdego dnia
Korona z rdzy i gnidy w niej
Wszy władcze jak stary świat
Korona z kości blada jak strach
Być kimkolwiek z was
[Rozszarpią Was psy]
Korona ze szkła pęka co dnia
Tak pięknie cię znacząc bliznami
Walls are not there unless you raise them
And even the silence ceases to exist
The time has come to bow your heads
In front of us
Crowns that should never be made
And thrones on the backs of their subjects
Carrion and rotten estate
Crowns that should never be made
And thrones on the backs of their subjects
Carrion and rotten estate
Crowns made of lies and disdain
Thrones built on bones of dying sun
Kingdom to come from above
The hell will swallow us
Broken regalia for those who want us down
Than the one who rides the horse of rust
Its name was there at the end of times
Walls are not there unless you raise them
And even the silence ceases to exist
The time has come to bow your heads
In front of us
Crowns that should never be made
And thrones on the backs of their subjects
Carrion and rotten estate
Crowns that should never be made
And thrones on the backs of their subjects
Carrion and rotten estate
Scepter of the damned
Held by the midget that shouts
And its shouts are the loudest
The loudest sound ever made
And the jester with rage
Filled with it made by it
Takes truth for nothing but fun
Creates its own reality
Ściągnę was w dół zerwę korony z głów
Korony z cierni i z łez
Przerwę ten krąg chóralnych rąk
W litanii każdego dnia
Korona z rdzy i gnidy w niej
Wszy władcze jak stary świat
Korona z kości blada jak strach
Być kimkolwiek z was
[Rozszarpią Was psy]
Korona ze szkła pęka co dnia
Tak pięknie cię znacząc bliznami
Walls are not there unless you raise them
And even the silence ceases to exist
The time has come to bow your heads
In front of us
Crowns that should never be made
And thrones on the backs of their subjects
Carrion and rotten estate
Crowns that should never be made
And thrones on the backs of their subjects
Carrion and rotten estate
Crowns made of lies and disdain
Thrones built on bones of dying sun
Kingdom to come from above
The hell will swallow us
Broken regalia for those who want us down
Credits
Writer(s): Jakub Dąbroś
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.