Man, the fall of all reason
Standing alone, embracing his thoughts.
No conqueror, no hero.
Man, a self-pronounced king
Wearing an Antler Crown,
The crown of the broken.
A prey, hiring mercenaries,
To defeat all his demons.
A predator of woe.
The pilgrim of ignorance and sloth.
Flowers rot and feed the blind.
A royal feast for the damned, the questioned and the torn.
A statue that savors fruits of endeavor
Fruits that bleed of fine wine.
An opportunist, savoring wine,
To defeat all his demons,
Singing melodies forlorn.
A king of realms unknown, feeling so empty.
Man, a self-pronounced king
Wearing an Antler Crown,
The crown of the broken.
Standing alone, embracing his thoughts
No conqueror, no hero
credits
from A Royal Hunt,
released June 9, 2017
Guest Solo by John Mcris
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