You wear it like a veil
Respectful of the day
You find your self impaled

On the sting
In her tail


It's fits you like a noose
This umbelical rite
When you try to shake it loose

It pulls tight
It pulls tight


You'll be crowned
king of thorns, king of thorms
Endless night

On and on
Chasing dawn


You setyourself a task
That you cannot complete
You don't get if you don't ask

This time you can't compete

you're walking Escher's path

From witch you cannot stray
With both your eyes sewn shut
Now it's dark all through the day


You setyourself a task
That you cannot complete

You don't get if you don't ask
This time you can't compete


You'll be crowned
King of thorns, king of thorns
Endless night

On and on
Chasing dawn
Chasing, chasing dawn