Wooden Throne
I sit here on my wooden throne
Overlooking my empire of dirt
My table has room for many
But the chairs are empty
The set utensils are covered in fine dust
The knives have begun to rust
The castle was once a fortress
Now it has become a prison
It...
Overlooking my empire of dirt
My table has room for many
But the chairs are empty
The set utensils are covered in fine dust
The knives have begun to rust
The castle was once a fortress
Now it has become a prison
It...