Adorned with a Crown of Contempt Lyrics

To dread the end is to miss the point of the present
To dread the end is to rob oneself of true purpose
To dread the end is to grant power to the non-existent
To dread the end is in the end a dreadful waste of time
A dreadful waste of time
I will cross the river
Sticks and stones may break my
Bones and Flesh torn limb from
Limb of the ancient oak tree creaks and
Groans of the sick and
Dying just for a taste of
Blood sacrifice and tear out the
Heart yearns for the caress of
Her voice lost to
The heart yearns for the caress of her voice lost to time as it stops for no one gets out alive or at least just breathing in the smoke
Stubborn coals refuse to die without a proper fight
Smoldering they lie in wait for kindling to reignite a defiant blaze
Arrogant tongues lash against the endless darkness
The crown rests upon an undeserving head