They're this band called the Crimson Kings Come from a-Carolina, Tennessee Make our stand across wild strings Old dreadnoughts and drop-down D's Our roots run deep, true and tough As the tree of life mandolin We don't flinch, oh and we don't bluff For our hearts have been kissed by every wind There are some who can arise above my fate Others just can't seem to pray Then there are those that are condemned by the gods to write They sparkle and they fade away Now we'll run, we're the reckless kind But we have not turned our backs on the savior choir See each life, all center-twined So we've come together for the wheels on fire Now some don't know that they are blessed Perhaps this is what gives us our means Well I might be wrong, oh, nevertheless Sweet mother of pearl, say a prayer for a Crimson King There are some who can arise above my fate Others just can't seem to pray Then there are those that are condemned by the gods to write They sparkle and they fade away There are some who can arise above my fate Others just can't seem to pray Then there are those that are condemned by the gods to write They sparkle and they fade away Sparkle and they fade away Sparkle and they fade away