Death Crowns All (Lost Soul)

Thy star so low, Thy star so high I am the first to know those paths Among thousands different sounds Fragile heart I do recognize Hear the mumble of the saints Tortured they're bleeding in agony The mind and flesh to celebrate Is ready now, we are not dead Behold within, and not above Our royal rights, Our royal blood Feeble tired trembling earth New theology must be written Summon them all to wake Summon them all to death These words unspoken And vision out of sight My star is here In bondage with the Beast Mighty shadow wherein I'll kill your fear It is not easy to be like me...