Wytch Hazel The Crown
See it slipping through our fingers, we're losing all that's pure and right
Returning to the realm of demons, we have lost our way in the night
For we are falling down and we are losing ground
But our future's safe and sound and we will not lose our crown
Look to the crown, look to the crown
Chosen for a royal priesthood, adopted for eternity
Crown of life and endless riches, waiting there in victory
Falling down
