Halo Of Thorns

Whispered alone

The song of an angel

Echoes of a fallen tear



Frayed by the wind

A weed by a willow

Withered and yellow

She lays her head to die

Lays to die



Reading the script

Of the play that we lead



Christ I'd die again

O' if I could save you now

Spare me the sacrilege

This play had brought upon us

Lay in my dying hour



It feels like I'm

Falling, falling

Flying, tripping

This crown of kings

This bloody halo bleeds me dry

Hear me cry



As in the script

Of the play that we lead



So I rise again

Much stronger than before

A child sacrifice

Let me lay down this bloody cross

We've dragged so far behind us

And close this theatre now



Weaping over this crooked cross

Lying face down in the blood of saints

Just write me out of this play