of night And sigh of the dead Cold rain covers the deeds That once were done Virtues have withered now Beside the sinful crown No need to ask for more
You Complicated circumstances Have clouded his view Lord, I lift my friend up to You I fear that I won?t have the words That he needs to hear I pray for
She said please, take a long drink for me This hard luck gal, she don't like to plead So light my smoke. Take a long drink for me. She said please, have
curse Out for blood, out for blood We prowl the streets at night Blood hot, heart cold In the shadows we await To feast upon your soul Out for blood, out for
to find Guidance in their holy quest God is the last hope for a nation Of earth, stone and damnation Many men are sent on a quest for the crown Searching
fall I am the swine devouring pearls Right before your coward eyes I am the venom that consumes you The serpent in your paradise The crown for the morbid The crown for
in some cellar of celibacy she yielded to me. framed my poetry. but the well's drying up now. crapshoot for the crown. blood, a dry sponge morale.
them are we naive enough to think that we can change the world? are we naive enough to think that we can change their minds? last call for redemption
Hear me I am the crown for the morbid The fire in the eyes of the rabid I am the hate inside the psychotic And the fear consuming the phobic I seek to
Many men are sent on a quest for the crown searching all corners of the great land. The minstrel tries to sing as before but the jester he laughs no more
stars To reach the pond of purest black The surface gleams Like a pearl in the vast plane Wet sacred shrine emerged as my spirit is Led astray in search for
Translation: Casting Crowns. Prayer For A Friend.
Translation: The Crown. Out For Blood.
Translation: Crowned King. B Is For Britney.
Translation: God Dethroned. The Crown For The Morbid.
Translation: Falconer. A Quest For The Crown.
Translation: Kottonmouth Kings. Down For The Crown.
