[music: sanga | lyric: barthold]
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Out in the wastelands they circled above
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On that cold Septemberday
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Had a good taste of evil and contempt
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The scapegoat never gets away
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Crown the king of crows
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Crowned by misery
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Crown the king of crows
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The wretch on a throne
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And their fangs dug deep into him
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King of sundown, prince of the weak
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The small bitches stung hard I can tell
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'Cause the crow, that's me
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Crown the king of crows...
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Wanted to feel somekind of love
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He found it nowhere
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Where is the shelter of God
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He found it nowhere
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Crown the king of crows...
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The King Of Crows
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Darklands |