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