The Ancient Crown Of Glory by Ragnarok
Sick senses and the arms straight out in the dark
His silence, screaming without a sound
Bowing his head setting the crown on the right, slowly
turning
The eyes of glory, the old one you never knew, the eyes
you never knew
Gazing from the shadow, crippled hands towards your
skin
Moving in for the slashing, rushing through the light
The man is silent, yet the chaos overwhelming, serving
the greater
The man you knew so well
Forcing your eyes to open, where lies remains of the
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