In our kingdom wide and strong
The enemy we're sure he's wrong
He dies in fields of emptiness Too long for victories
He lies in fields of loneliness
We wear the crown too long We wear the crown too long
Too long for our deeds
We're wearing the cloth of mournsWe're wearing the crown of thorns.
האתר פועל ברישיון אקו"ם
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