I am the king, of the great islands of grey Windswept and scarred, bent and confused My castle is my ruin, the mouldering grave where the memory fades along with the mourning cry of the mother Who counts the wounds, who sees the hunger, the flight of denial The fibres the nerves, the raptures and bursts, from arteric to cell Continuously repeating, the hymn of life and death And the wholy whore, desecrated in desperation I am the king. The ruler of the grey Islands I'm the emperor of the void I am grey. The weakened ruler of these islands. I'm the emperor of the void I stand before destruction, touching the stone of my realm So dignified...unmerciful, without empathy You saw my birth, an ornament in your grain You see my death, terrible and divine
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