On this crown of thorns On a path of the blood he rides Fire’s a good of a servant, but not a Shepherd said word of the wise In a blink of an eye In a flash of a shooting star I was granted this power of darkness But my hands took it a step too far Trembling crown These hushing voices around Cries of the kingdom’s disciples As blood now lays on the ground Trembling crown My conscience will drown all these sounds Cries of the underworld trials As my kingdom falls down On this edge of the blade In this lair of the unchained dire Transformation began as He started to hear the underworld choir Unison of screams And the spirits that haunt the liar Heed a merciless poison That sets a soul in ruthless fire! On this crown of thorns On a path of the blood he rides Fire’s a good of a servant, but not a Shepherd said word of the wise In a blink of an eye In a flash of a shooting star I was granted this power of darkness But my hands took it a step too far Trembling crown These hushing voices around Cries of the kingdom’s disciples As blood now lays on the ground Trembling crown My conscience will drown all these sounds Cries of the underworld trials As my kingdom falls down