Ode to a fallen crown Like thunder when it struck the ground Mighty as a pharaoh Dressed in the white smoke, flowing from the rich man's sleeve All there is is time In a long winded decline Circling the tower Waiting for the hour For that time to run low Cool water Cool water flow Cannon fodder To feed the flame All your glory, all your gall Gives no shelter when the crumbling pillars fall All your hammers, all your nails Can't deny the path of a weeping gale It's well you fold while you can An ode to a fallen crown Like thunder when it struck the ground Mighty as a pharaoh Dressed in the white smoke, flowing from a rich man's sleeve A place of mire and blight Where all things rot in the light A crow in the death throw Never will the wind blow Beneath her wicked wings Cool water Cool water flow Cannon fodder To feed the flame All your glory, all your gall Gives no shelter when the crumbling pillars fall All your hammers, all your nails Can't deny the path of a weeping gale It's well you fold while you can