| I am the king of the great islands of grey
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| Windswept and scarred, bent and confused
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| My castle’s my ruin, the moldering grave
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| Where the memory fades along
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| 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?
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| Who sees the hunger, the flight of denial?
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| The fibers, the nerves
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| That raptures and bursts from artery to cell
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| Continuously repeating
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| The hymn of life and death
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| And the holy whore
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| 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 |