The Wounded King sits, bleeding out
As his life drips,
Draining his heart and soul
But undying, waiting
Hoping and praying
For the healing
That only you can bring
After the harm.
The Wounded King sits, bleeding out
As his life drips,
Draining his heart and soul
But undying, waiting
Hoping and praying
For the healing
That only you can bring
After the harm.