The buried crown

It's been a long time since I've buried my crown,
The day had past since everyone turned my own.
I'm laying on my back now,
And you just hit me with your knife.
It's been a long time since I've buried my crown.

Why do they come to me to die?
In my arms when I see their faces there.
Why do they come to be killed by my hands?
Will they stay? Will they go?
Will they be in search of glow?
But when they came to read the signs,
All is banished from their minds.

Spelling the letters of my name,
You have failed your mission of death.
And I lay down spilling my blood,
Don't be sorry it's all your fault.
Well, I am not dead, I see you run in your white dress,
All if it was in a nightmare...

Why do they come to me to die ?

Promise me,
The sun will rise today like a liar.
Release me,
From the weight I have to carry on my shoulders.
If someone just says that I've won the game
Of being to forsake,
It's been a long time since I've buried my crown.
Why do you come to me to die?
In my arms when I see your face again.
Why do you come to be killed by my hands?
Will you stay? Will you go?
Will you be in search of glow?
But when you came to read the signs,
All is banished from your mind.