Snow buries the exile house crown lost, yet grace endures Anointed king, now meek carries the realm’s sins alone No shout, no venom only silent eyes meeting steel and betrayal He drinks the cup prepared Passion-bearer sovereign lamb led to slaughter forgives the executioners while innocent blood cries Last keeper of sacred throne your soul ascends through smoke of revolution Still you plead for us Repent, O Europe for slaying the Lord’s anointed His quiet death condemns every crownless republic Through royal blood shed heaven’s doors stand open honor the fallen king or forfeit your birthright.