I serve for you unto the dust;
But, I will not ever,
Never not, die for you my king!
Your selfish desires haunt, oppress us in lust,
You take your place close, your throne on heart.
I am the rightful heir,
Given and, yet, accept if I dare!

I serve for you into the gust;
Often in passion, lest it be in love,
I carry the banner in Name!
Changing and warping my thoughts,
You take me under, choking the air.
I am the one, I am the King;
Said and done, I'll never give care,
Away from me! you broken thing!