Those Burning Thorns Lyrics

Carving a stream of blood
Downward the path
Where Iused to quide, thousand stormy souls
Carry a skull supposed to burn
Into my forest
Where I used to join, thousand flying owles

My scars seems to grow
And the feathers seems to fail
All pain comes from below
A rolling sky attract my sight
Behind the stars in the night shall down
A end of those things so bright

Scream along with the winds
To gather both soul and sins
And to feel the eagle on my shoulder
Bones from fallen souls
Crimly collected ny spying gouls
Feel the fire in a storm much colder

My crown of burning thorns is handed
Those burning thorns, shall......