Testo No Cross No Crown

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