[music: sanga | lyric: barthold]

Out in the wastelands they circled above

On that cold Septemberday
Had a good taste of evil and contempt
The scapegoat never gets away

Crown the king of crows
Crowned by misery
Crown the king of crows

The wretch on a throne

And their fangs dug deep into him

King of sundown, prince of the weak

The small (*##$es stung hard I can tell

'Cause the crow, that's me
Crown the king of crows...


Wanted to feel somekind of love
He found it nowhere
Where is the shelter of God

He found it nowhere

Crown the king of crows...