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 didnt 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 To bow me To bow me 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 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