Only I can hold the throne
By the blood of I veins
But over I, they've overthrown
Left no crown upon I head
Run me down and hate my kin
For the herbs we smoke, yea
Lover's eyes can turn hardened
And their hearts turned to stone
Fallen kings and queens of old
Of Nile waters where kingdoms grow
By the ancient rivers of bloodlines flow
Reclaim that which is yours
As above, so down below
And all glory's soon to fade
Still I walk in the eternal
By the crown above I head
Run me down and hate my kin
For the truths we hold
Hunt us down and be frightened
Lest the truth be told
Fallen kings and queens of old
Of Nile waters where kingdoms grow
By the ancient rivers of bloodlines flow
Reclaim that which is yours
Fallen kings and queens of old
Of Nile waters where kingdoms grow
By the ancient rivers of bloodlines flow
Reclaim that which is yours
Only I can hold the throne
By the blood of I veins
But over I, they've overthrown
Left no crown upon I head
Run me down and hate my kin
For the herbs we smoke
Lover's eyes can turn hardened
And their hearts turned to stone
Fallen kings and queens of old
Of Nile waters where kingdoms grow
By the ancient rivers of bloodlines flow
Reclaim that which is yours
Tribal Seeds - Fallen Kings Lyrics
Tribal Seeds - Fallen Kings Lyrics
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Only I can hold the throne
By the blood of I veins
But over I, they've overthrown
Left no crown upon I head
Run me down and hate my kin
For the herbs we smoke, yea
Lover's eyes can turn hardened
And their hearts turned to stone
Fallen kings and queens of old
Of Nile waters where kingdoms grow
By the ancient rivers of bloodlines flow
Reclaim that which is yours
As above, so down below
And all glory's soon to fade
Still I walk in the eternal
By the crown above I head
Run me down and hate my kin
For the truths we hold
Hunt us down and be frightened
Lest the truth be told
Fallen kings and queens of old
Of Nile waters where kingdoms grow
By the ancient rivers of bloodlines flow
Reclaim that which is yours
Fallen kings and queens of old
Of Nile waters where kingdoms grow
By the ancient rivers of bloodlines flow
Reclaim that which is yours
Only I can hold the throne
By the blood of I veins
But over I, they've overthrown
Left no crown upon I head
Run me down and hate my kin
For the herbs we smoke
Lover's eyes can turn hardened
And their hearts turned to stone
Fallen kings and queens of old
Of Nile waters where kingdoms grow
By the ancient rivers of bloodlines flow
Reclaim that which is yours
By the blood of I veins
But over I, they've overthrown
Left no crown upon I head
Run me down and hate my kin
For the herbs we smoke, yea
Lover's eyes can turn hardened
And their hearts turned to stone
Fallen kings and queens of old
Of Nile waters where kingdoms grow
By the ancient rivers of bloodlines flow
Reclaim that which is yours
As above, so down below
And all glory's soon to fade
Still I walk in the eternal
By the crown above I head
Run me down and hate my kin
For the truths we hold
Hunt us down and be frightened
Lest the truth be told
Fallen kings and queens of old
Of Nile waters where kingdoms grow
By the ancient rivers of bloodlines flow
Reclaim that which is yours
Fallen kings and queens of old
Of Nile waters where kingdoms grow
By the ancient rivers of bloodlines flow
Reclaim that which is yours
Only I can hold the throne
By the blood of I veins
But over I, they've overthrown
Left no crown upon I head
Run me down and hate my kin
For the herbs we smoke
Lover's eyes can turn hardened
And their hearts turned to stone
Fallen kings and queens of old
Of Nile waters where kingdoms grow
By the ancient rivers of bloodlines flow
Reclaim that which is yours
Writer: Jamey Dekofsky, Luis Castillo, Steven Jacobo, Victor Navarro
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC
Performed By: Tribal Seeds
Length: 5:36
Written by: Jamey Dekofsky, Luis Castillo, Steven Jacobo, Victor Navarro