Crowncrusher Lyrics

Fake king who no more crowned
Only in his dreams and on paper
Morality is beyond your pride
Holding your fist tightly you stand on your own
And in fact you are nothing and nothing
The soul is filled with darkness and exalts itself above all

Lost all the sacred in itself and the warm of closest
Do what you call glory
But what creeps out of you is just dirt
Feeding her demon with a vile lying nature
You do not know either understanding or truce
Because this rot sank is deep inside you