No Cross No Crown - Corrosion of Conformity

Who mocks the infidel’s faith

Mocked by haze and hate

Forever score doubt of doubt

Flame the torch to burn you out

Standing tall to messenger’s death

No reward from angel’s breath

Town is full without a sound

Blinds the knife across the crown

And the gambler in the state

Looking for the nation’s fate

I’m alone and all the time

Below not know what’s mine