It’s been a long time since I reign this dying world
This dry land that’s the only thing I see…

Black gardens hidden behind mile high walls
Dead mountains covered by blood sharp stones
Illegible symbols marked all over this unwelcoming gate
Empty crucifixions lined up neat and straight.

There are no colors there is no light
Movement is frozen and time has never been right
The only sounds are the shrills of horror and pain
And everything you touch burns your hand under my reign.

Nothing can live, nothing can die.
Nothing is true, nothing’s a lie.
This world has belonged to me and I have belonged to it
Preachfully undeparted, worthy every bit.

The only thing I can do is sit here alone
Always perched over my castle filled of the unknown…

No one is aware of the place this land lays
But I am sure I will be pulled out someday…
Until then I wait in silence
Watching my empty land decay.