Make me a crown of silver and blood,
Before I drown in the shifting mud.
Now when my peace has broken into two,
I can still see you.

What would your hollow heart think of this?
Would your lips move in for a kiss?
Our would you stand your ground,
While I kneel, finally, a King, crowned.

This tragedy of success,
Anarchy and stress,
Culminated into one final act,
One final blow, an unavoidable impact.

My limbs are tensed, chained to the floor,
With my greatest enemy knocking on the door.
As soon as I break free, limitless power awaits.
I will rise, as the universe opens its gates!