Broken Crown
There's a stain on the snow
In nobody's land
A red river against the cold sleet
With corrupted Kings waiting for mercy
An palace can be seen in the horizon
The lair of the cursed Striga
Fruit of the desesperate father
And the dead Queen
Lonely Gods are the underworld keepers
Looking for a reason
To say obscenities
While dancing escorted by the wind
In nobody's land
A red river against the cold sleet
With corrupted Kings waiting for mercy
An palace can be seen in the horizon
The lair of the cursed Striga
Fruit of the desesperate father
And the dead Queen
Lonely Gods are the underworld keepers
Looking for a reason
To say obscenities
While dancing escorted by the wind