Primordial Here I Am King
What am I but a thorn in your side? Frost in summer, to chill your heart A drifting memory of autumn decay A shadowed soul in a fetter of light An abyssic voice in purile mind... a fallen one Wandering by the shores, of eternal sin... The sun no longer shines here Endless waves roll upon the endless shores A sullen ship drifts upon the blackest tide Beneath darkened boughs, no song is heard... An endless forest where the devil's shadows play ...here I am King I know no other world I know no other... For here I am King And a King I shall stay... Take my hand... Imrama... To an eternal infinity Where the stars burn in my name
