And so here I am all dressed in black
A false assumption of bringing Gothic back
Along with a band of angst-ridden youth
Marching down the aisle of a never ending dispute
Among the rivalry of heroes rise a villain who held the root
That life is a one big lie and death is a very painful truth
So with our souls entwine along with love and hatred
Will the bond break between us?And who's blood to bleed?
You wore the crown far too long enough to be dethrone
Let me be the next king after I'm done with you picking bones
One has to suffer and clearly my time is done, I'm blowing the horns
So hail to your kingdom ruling over wearing the crown of thorns