The broken throne
of something past
He was first
I will last
Make the mold
break the cast
The broken throne
of something past.
*
I kill the urge
of mortal sight
Do you know
what’s wrong – what’s right?
Me and all
my mortal might
I kill the urge
of mortal sight.
*
In fleeting moments
death draws near
In all defiance
I show no fear
When he’s close
life is clear
In fleeting moments
death draws near.
*
I cannot see
wood for tree
I cannot see
what’s good for me
I lost it down
on waters edge
I lost my crown
in a thorny pledge
I tried to save
a mortal soul
and fell…myself
in this mortal hole
The cross was not
my idea
My sweat and blood
no mortal tear.
*
The broken throne
of something past
He was first
I will last
Make the mold
break the cast
The broken throne
of something past.