Lletres: Wumpscut. Crown Of Thorns.

IN OUR KINGDOM WIDE AND STRONG
THE ENEMY WE'RE SURE HE'S WRONG
HE DIES IN FIELDS OF EMPTINESS
HE LIES IN FIELDS OF LONELINESS

WE WEAR THE CROWN TOO LONG
TOO LONG FOR VICTORIES
WE WEAR THE CROWN TOO LONG
TOO LONG FOR OUR DEEDS

WE'RE WEARING THE CROWN OF THORNS
WE'RE WEARING THE CLOTH OF MOURNS