I am a king of hell, I walk alone
On broken ground made of bones
Across the glades of flayed beliefs
Amongst the ghosts of shattered dreams
I Iight the fire to the reason and to thought
The boiling, molten river of mind's antidote
Runs wild through eyes of truly pure
Through souls that burn and still endure
I am a king of hell, I died alone
And many versions of myself, my bones
They pave my path, they flay my dreams
I am alone in hell with my beliefs.
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