To the Crows

There is dust on your throne And your kingdom's growing old Lord or jester, no one knows Feed the scarecrow to the crows No more We apologise for peace For trying to make a better world for me We apologise for wisdom And for trying to save your kingdom We apologise for knowing what is right and wrong We apologise profusely for trying to save your crown Arrows Shoot arrows, we'll not fall Fuel the fire, we'll burn tall Throw roses, we don't mind the thorns Give us poison, we'll ask for more. Always There is dust on your throne And your kingdom's growing old Lord or jester, no one knows Feed the scarecrow to the crows No more We apologise for more And giving freedom no second thought We apologise for humour And for spreading no more rumours We apologise for knowing what is good and bad We apologise profusely for all the good times we've had Arrows Shoot arrows, we'll not fall Fuel the fire, we'll burn tall Throw roses, we don't mind the thorns Give us poison, we'll ask for more Always There is dust on your throne And your kingdom's growing old Lord or jester, no one knows Feed the scarecrow to the crows No more Ice cold, heart of stone Dark, no light But you, we'll fight Always Ice cold, heart of stone Dark, no light But you, we'll fight Always There is dust on your throne And your kingdom's growing old Lord or jester, no one knows Feed the scarecrow to the crows No more