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