Here I am;
King of all the lands,
Stripped from his throne
Thrown into the fields to work,
a serf of flesh and bone.

For no longer a deity,
Shall he ever be;
He's bound to live a peasant's life,
for an eternity.

Born the life of sound luxury;
A product of the Sun
His chariot of fire diminishes,
plunging to the ground.

He did his deed,
It couldn't be undone;
His insatiable need
His overwhelming greed,
consumed an immortal god.

All the jewels,
All the riches,
a man could ever own;
Everything was not enough
to turn his heart to gold.

Day and night
lit by candlelight;
a heart as cold as stone.

The king of man,
King of all the lands,
in the end dies alone.