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