Heavy Weighs the Crown

dawn breaks upon the frozen hill
thin men stand weary, jaded by a mad man's will
to arms, to arms the tyrant calls
and they limp towards his dying cause
dragging swords behind they plough the snow

your fingers wound like serpents 'round this daggers hilt
concealed behind a screen of smiles
you blur the line between angel and fiend
unburdened by the gift of guilt

pray his disciples may soon overhear
that vile adviser whispers poison in his ear
too late, too late the shackles bind
and the fragile king has lost his mind
seeking further council from the snake

your fingers wound like serpents 'round this daggers hilt
concealed behind a screen of smiles
you blur the line between angel and fiend
unburdened by the gift of guilt

I feel a little strange today
I'm looking in the mirror
and the gold has turned to grey
my eyes feel hollow now
set like stones within my brow
and heavy weighs the crown
upon my neck

at last the kind starts to defrost
tears streak his old cheeks
as he mourns the years he's lost
to work, to work they light the fire
and the snake is burnt upon a pyre
the vengeance will not compensate the loss
oh no

your fingers wound like serpents 'round this daggers hilt
concealed behind a screen of smiles
you blur the line between angel and fiend
unburdened by the gift of guilt