Crown of Thorns, Helm of Awe

I drew the eight-fold rune upon my brow To make the kings of men and monsters bow The Aegishjalmur forged in iron and dread To walk among the dying and the dead A warlord's magic meant to blind the eye And force the weakest of the earth to die But I saw a conqueror upon a hill Who commanded heaven by standing still No shield of bronze, no dragon's breath A sovereign who crushes the throne of death! Take the Helm of Awe, shatter the rusted iron! Behold the bleeding Lamb who roars like the Lion! He wore no steel to conquer the grave, Only a Crown of Thorns to suffer and save! I trade the terror of the northern sky, For the wounded King who came to die! The magic of the fathers fades to ash Beneath the Roman whip and lightning flash What good is a shield that only guards the skin When the venom of the serpent strikes within? I wash the painted blood from off my face And bow before the architect of grace For I saw a conqueror upon a hill Who commanded heaven by standing still No shield of bronze, no dragon's breath A sovereign who crushes the throne of death! Take the Helm of Awe, shatter the rusted iron! Behold the bleeding Lamb who roars like the Lion! He wore no steel to conquer the grave, Only a Crown of Thorns to suffer and save! I trade the terror of the northern sky, For the wounded King who came to die! Strip the armor! Break the rune! Eclipse the sun and the freezing moon! The greatest magic the earth has known Is the blood of the King on a wooden throne! STRIP THE ARMOR! BREAK THE RUNE! THE BLOOD OF THE KING ON A WOODEN THRONE! Take the Helm of Awe, shatter the rusted iron! Behold the bleeding Lamb who roars like the Lion! He wore no steel to conquer the grave, Only a Crown of Thorns to suffer and save! I trade the terror of the northern sky, For the wounded King who came to die! The Helm is broken! The Crown remains! The Helm is broken! The Crown remains!