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🎵 Crown of Thorns & Glory

“Crown of Thorns & Glory” is a modern country story about pain, pride, and the strength it takes to keep going when life gets heavy.

A song about carrying your scars with dignity — and finding something powerful on the other side of struggle.

This song was created with artificial intelligence — openly and transparently.
What matters is not the tool, but the emotion it carries.

Let the sound carry you through calm moments, reflection, focus or late-night thoughts.

🎧 Best experienced with headphones.

Songtext:
Dust on my boots and a Bible torn at the seams,
Preacher man's words drowned in gasoline.
This dirt road leads to a throne of rust,
Where the saints don't pray but the sinners trust.

Mama's tears stain the porch light dim,
Every scar on my knuckles sings a battle hymn.
They call it treason when we kneel to pray,
But the flag we burn lights the righteous way.

Oh, the choir hums with a loaded sound,
Steel strings scream where the lost are found.
Angels trade halos for a sheriff’s star,
And heaven’s just a bullet wound away so far.

Crown of thorns, glory in the gallows,
Blood hymns rise where the shallow follow.
I wear my cross like a switchblade bright,
Dancing with devils in the pale moonlight.

The factory whistle blows a dead man’s tune,
Granddaddy’s ghost whistles through the ruins.
They sold his sweat for a pocket of nails,
Now his ghost rides shotgun when the lawman fails.

Brother’s locked in a cell full of dawn,
Writes his psalms on the walls with a thorn.
The warden laughs but the bars can’t hold,
A soul that’s forged in the devil’s gold.

Oh, the choir hums with a loaded sound,
Steel strings scream where the lost are found.
Angels trade halos for a sheriff’s star,
And heaven’s just a bullet wound away so far.

Crown of thorns, glory in the gallows,
Blood hymns rise where the shallow follow.
I wear my cross like a switchblade bright,
Dancing with devils in the pale moonlight.

Crown of thorns, glory in the gallows,
Blood hymns rise where the shallow follow.
I wear my cross like a switchblade bright,
Dancing with devils in the pale moonlight.