The Crown of Treason - Crimfall

Are you not your father’s son

Hence talons are fashioned in your crown

Woe sworn on visage adored

Woe sworn upon sheathed sword

Woe sworn and no longer ignored

Thrones circling your platine reward

So the blame was yours and yours alone

Lies for child mundane is yet treason

Are you not your mother’s son

Hence talons are fashioned in your crown

Woe sworn on visage adored

Woe sworn upon sheathed sword

Woe sworn and no longer ignored

Thrones circling your platine reward

Woe sworn on visage adored

Woe sworn upon sheathed sword

Woe sworn and no longer ignored

Crown sharpened in cold ashen forge