Heavy sits the crown…

Witness this bountiful empire of sand
It fills my heart with despair and regret

Heavy sits the crown….

All that I have willed
Has left me betrayed
My life’s work
Buried and decayed
Tremble in fear
Upon these ruins
Despair o’mighty
Gaze upon this blessed decay

Reminiscent, my body shakes
In fits of disconsolation
Recalling past endeavours
Condemned to heart-torn abdication
Once, I strode in licentious glee
Upon the crushed bones of lesser men
Trampled into dust by my decree
From the swamps and mud, an empire was born
Glorious and mighty beyond measure
Temples erected in my honour
A profane and triumphant transgressor
Cunningly, unbeknownst to me
This entire time I was being deceived
With every passing victory
Drew me closer and closer
To harrowing, abysmal defeat

Heavy sits the crown….

Who could have known that the dynasty I birthed
Was destined for the graves?
A legacy of spectres, children of the crypt
These worn eyes no longer grasp this horrific masquerade
My lands once fertile and ripe
Now only muck and sludge remains
Fruit that was once a sweet delight
Crumbles to bitter ash upon my tongue
A kingdom forged in brazen iron
Is now rust and corrosion
The temples and palaces where I was worshipped
Consumed by sand and erosion
Deceptively, unbeknownst to me
I was not the true King of all Kings
My arms embrace the morose reality
We are all slaves to a quietus destiny

All that I have created, is now interred into the grave
Annihilated by time, ravaged and conquered as slaves
My kingdom, my empire swept away like castles made of sand
Destined to perish, in ruin, they cannot be saved

With wrinkled lip and cold command
This shattered visage bids you welcome
To this empire of sand

“To the victor goes the spoils” as I was once told
Misled, conquered and undone, let the truth unfold
We are nothing but grains of sand, in the hourglass
Concede defeat, Master Time conquers all, lo and behold!

Even the most powerful of men are powerless to the machinations
Of time!

A dynasty of corpses to witness this ascension
As sovereign ruler of phantoms upon a dominion of dust
To rule from this throne of dirt, a macabre succession
The dawning revelation that bursts in my head
I wear this crown of dust, for a kingdom of the dead
A crown made of ash for the monarch of the dead