Old Iron King - The Curse of the Crown | Текст песни

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This throne is a prison cell
These robes and scepter - a death sentence
Trapped in the walls of this regal tomb
Weighed down by sins without penance
In the courtyard the peasants stir
Malcontent and amassing
Venomous – the tongues of slaves
Plotting against their rightful king

The Sword of Damocles
Pendulous - coming down
Suspended by a single thread
Such is The Curse of the Crown

No-one left to save my skin
My closest comrades throw me to the wolves
Swords and axes swinging furiously
Breaching through these palace walls
My time has come but I am not willing
Chosen by God I shall defy my end
My pulse is racing in a righteous rage
My morbid empire – I defend

I hear my doom
On the wind
Drained of life
Fallen – giving in
The head is taken
Impaled and raised
For all to see
The death of an age

The king is dead – long live the king

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