Emperor of the Void

I am the king, of the great islands of grey

Windswept and scatted, 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