Letra Behold The Crown

Behold The Crown
Eternal fury - the wrath within
Scorched by the fires that sent me
Battle on into the night
In shallow graves - they will suffer
Smash everything around you, it’s all yours if you wish
Give and take in the palm of your hand
Return us all where we begin
Spun of earth, masked and secret, liars hide inside us all
With sharpened teeth vast that never end
To the gallows, we descend

Lost to the patterns of pitch and smoke
Where we will beg
Outside asylum that can't exist
Where we will beg
All those who oppose us, pushed down and stamped out
Behold the crown of misery
A question of violent faith, to question all of Man
Lost to the patterns of pitch and smoke Where we will beg
Caught outside a safeness that didn't exist Where we will beg.
En 'Behold The Crown' de After The Burial, se evoca una furia eterna, una ira ardiente que arde en lo más profundo. La batalla sigue en la oscuridad de la noche, con aquellos condenados a sufrir en tumbas poco profundas...