I am the king, of the great islands of greynWindswept and scarred, bent and confusednMy castle is my ruin, the mouldering gravenwhere the memory fades along with the mourning cry of the mothernnWho counts the wounds, who sees the hunger, the flight of denialnThe fibres the nerves, the raptures and bursts, from arterie to cellnContinuously repeating, the hymn of life and deathnAnd the holy whore, desecrated in desperationnnI am the king. The ruler of these grey IslandsnI'm the emperor of the voidnI am grey. The weakened ruler of these islands.nI'm the emperor of the voidnnI stand before destruction, touching the stone of my realmnSo dignified...unmerciful, without empathynYou saw my birth, an ornament in your grainnYou see my death, terrible and divine