Into the veil of oblivion
I ride, crowned King of Cuts
Drifting through the shadow of depression
Into the murky waters of the dark sea

Memories of light fade away
Into the dark dusk of my teary path
Alone, alone, always alone I ride
Along to the bitter sweet death of day

This is my fate I realise
The King of Cuts, in a darkened place
Ignorant steps into the unknown
Forgotten dreams of sailing into the light
Damned unto an existence in this place
Where even hope is too afraid to stay
Here to reign, a monarchy of wounds
Until the end, where death will be supreme

Torment is always here with me
Determined to steal my fire
Should it ever rise again to shine
I am suspended, unable to truly die
Until the shackles are broken and I am truly free

King of Cuts, of a shadowy place
I reign alone, in a kingdom of memory
Never will I rise from my place
Never will I see the day shine
The King of Cuts, memories left abandoned

In this murky realm of death
I am alone

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