The Iron Throne of Sorrow

The banners hang hairy in the freezing rain;

A thousand winters rest upon my crest;

I led my brothers through the mud and pain;

To give this dying land the final rest;

The throne is cold, the stone is old and grey;

The songs they sing are debts

I cannot pay;

I hear the thunder rolling through the sky;

As one more sun begins its slow goodbye;

Heavy is the head that wears the crown;

Walls are high but coming down;

I am the ghost;

I am the king;

Repeat, hear the song the mountains sing;

There is a head that wears a crown;

The stars themselves are falling down;

I am the ghost, I am the king;

Father, who will take my life?

Through the dark my soul I pray;

Father, who will take over?

My sword is notched with every name

I knew;

The fields are white with bone instead of grain;

I traded all the love that once was true;

To keep my kingdom from the blackest stain;

The hallways ring with voices from the past;

A noble lie that wasn't built to last;

Beyond the ways a hundred lifetimes now;

A jagged mark across my weary brow;

Heavy is the head that bears the crown;

The walls are high but coming down;

I am the ghost;

I am the king;

Hear the song the mountains sing;

Heavy is the head that wears the crown;

The stars themselves are falling down;

I am the ghost, I am the king;

If I should find my soul I pray;

Before the dawn is gone;

Let every tale of greed and war be told;

No more of

God, just a man who bled;

To put the hungry and the poor to bed;

The drums are loud, the end is near at hand;

I'm just a servant to this lonely man;

Heavy is the head that wears the crown;

The walls are high but coming down;

I am the ghost, a ghost;

I am the king, the king;

Hear the song the mountains sing;

Heavy is the head that wears the crown;

The stars themselves;

I'm falling down;

I am the ghost, I am the king;

Take off my soul, I pray;

Oh-oh-oh, watching over;