Upon the throne I gaze into this land of misfortune
Within these inferno landscapes
Every living vessel forever dwells
But every monarch has it's era
I am never intact..

At any moment the paradigm will shift
But the query remains
Will it happen during my slumber?
Or will I become another stone?

Every ruler has their moment of protest
Enslaved by uncertainty
Nothing can be trusted
Executions become frequent
But it will not halt causality
I will be left standing...

Through the river of tears
The call to action will occur
I will be the first to defy the tides
There will be bloodshed...