I didn't want to know
Where your sweet love flows
And I don't want to leave
This bright kingdom of my grief
I didn't understand
Why every king must end
Why all this blood must flow
And that we must leave in dust
And I sit enthroned
On my knees
And I lick my wounds
In great halls
And I wear a crown
Made of stone
Which is only there
To bow me
I will not leave my hate
Will not congregate
I'm the king of my alone
And I want me to be gone
And I sit enthroned
On my knees
And I lick my wounds
In great halls
And I wear a crown
Made of stone
Which is only there
To bow me
