this kingdom of mine
has grown lonely with time
all around is my world
i am the ruler of the lands
its fate within my hands
power not tempered by peace
i have grown cold inside
as the kingdom slowly dies
and i leave with nothing
i don't want sole control
it's a task with heavy toll
it is all mine to bear
i want to share my wealth
to restore the lands to health
and i reach for fading hands
none will help the dying
for fear the same they're lying
upon my death-bed with me
the fires burn within my soul
they fry me as the bell tolls
the end of the kingdom at last
...and no one is there
to pull me from the flame
left to my own torment
it's always just the same
as the ever-present pain
as the lifeforce slowly drains
washed away by seas of red
the love once held is dead
the king is dead
the king shall rise
the king is reborn
the queen holds the scepters
of both pain and pleasure
which one shall she wield today?
and i just can't stay away
to see what game she will play
and the hope i do not lose
makes me eager for the news
the queen is long gone
the queen will come again
the queen still holds it all
and time is the enemy
as it is also the savior
the nemesis of the living
and the horror of the dead
as confusion plagues my head
the paths to that i've been led
and the clock keeps ticking
count the seconds in between
- 1/27/95, 3:10 - 3:30 am