Long Live Our Lifeless King by Xanthochroid
Do not reject me
If I should not continue on
Then let me freeze
Freeze again to death
If she will receive me
Then through these gates
I must proceed
Erthe's very womb
From whence all were born
I taste the stench of death
My sight grows sharp
My breath is steady
He hides behind
Monuments to progress
"Lights that blind"
Hail! to the Thane of Thule!
Born of ashes, born to rule!
"We exalt your glory"
And bring from afar riches and
Offerings fit for a king
(You are no king)
Hail! To a foolish boy
Whose Relicry is but a ploy
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