Thragedium
The Hammered Crown
A forging course, so proud
Adown the coal-dark ground
In all unquenchable fury
The caressing thirst for glory
A crown of unconventional shape
And beauty everlasting
Born of ponderous silence
And the pulsation of our blood
Great God Decadence
Celebrate the sour smallness throne
Like a tree, a river, the sear
Morning dew, a sentiment so true
From Letras Mania