The Crown I Carry کے بول

The grip no longer holds When passion abandons The bonds no longer clutch And the rope screams your name A path of daggers But where to step A hallway of illusions Of what was Duty heavy as a mountain The battle draws near Your shoulders carry many Still death seems remarkably void You wonder fate in lack of faith What you consider luck, may be God's will A wanderer of the light will never die Before God gives his approval A path of daggers The crown I carry as an aura above me Is the proof of who my saviour truly is My mute cries overheard My blindness is seen My tears washed away My feebleness became my strength Duty heavy as a mountain The battle draws hear Your shoulders carry many Still death seems remarkably void You wonder fate in lack of faith What you consider luck, may be God's will A wanderer of the light will never die Before God gives his approval A path of daggers When love is lost, only hate will remain