Antler's Crown Lyrics

Man, the fall of all reason
Standing alone, embracing his thoughts.
No conqueror, no hero.
Man, a self-pronounced king
Wearing an Antler Crown,
The crown of the broken.

A prey, hiring mercenaries,
To defeat all his demons.
A predator of woe.
The pilgrim of ignorance and sloth.

Flowers rot and feed the blind.
A royal feast for the damned, the questioned and the torn.
A statue that savors fruits of endeavor
Fruits that bleed of fine wine.

An opportunist, savoring wine,
To defeat all his demons,
Singing melodies forlorn.
A king of realms unknown, feeling so empty.

Man, a self-pronounced king
Wearing an Antler Crown,
The crown of the broken.
Standing alone, embracing his thoughts
No conqueror, no hero