Heavy is the Crown of Bone
Crypt Sermon
Once through the mirror the candles hushed their light
A winged stag appears with tail aflame
Three binding corners, this ghastly shadowed sight
An angel bound and begging: Take these chains
Just take these chains, o take these chains
This is no king I see before me
So I open the vein
I open the vein
I open the vein
It speaks in whispers of truth and of divine
It speaks of carnal wisdom with no shame
Bring me the chains, I can handle the pain
In the dark I could swear I saw a sly smile
I can hear the angel say
I am not the heir apparent, just a pretender to the throne
Wretched disciples on my counsel, we've lived in hell so long it's home
Heavy is the crown of bone
I am not the heir apparent, just a pretender to the throne
Wretched disciples on my counsel, we've lived in hell so long it's home
Heavy is the crown of bone