Atriarch - Cursed

So take this crown, inherited by blood
Can't pass it up, though it was not deserved
I will not bow, a pox upon your house
So curse my name, my lineage is gone
Rise

Put on display, inherit all they've lost
The ritual of passing is at hand
You look like him, yes I can see it in your face
Black coronation time
These are my eyes, are these not my own hands
It's in my blood, it's washing over me
You sound like him, yes I can feel it in your words

Black coronation
My father's hands, my dying breath
My disrespect remaining

As we die, some things are left behind
Echoes of life, this is a new beginning
And I'm not him, I'll never be what he was

Black coronation
My father's hands, my dying breath
My disrespect remaining
My hollow eyes, my empty soul a daemon
Forgiveness forgotten
For all is lost when we are dead and gone
For all is everything and nothing the same

All is lost, dead and gone - all is everything and nothing
Empty shell, hollow core - life and death are one, the same