The King Of Crows — текст песни (Darklands)

[music: sanga | lyric: barthold]

Out in the wastelands they circled above
On that cold Septemberday
Had a good taste of evil and contempt
The scapegoat never gets away
Crown the king of crows
Crowned by misery
Crown the king of crows
The wretch on a throne

And their fangs dug deep into him
King of sundown, prince of the weak

The small bitches stung hard I can tell
`Cause the crow, that`s me
Crown the king of crows...

Wanted to feel somekind of love
He found it nowhere
Where is the shelter of God
He found it nowhere

Crown the king of crows...