Emperor Of The Void

I am the king, of the great islands of greyWindswept and scatted, bent and confusedMy castle is my ruin, the mouldering graveWhere the memory fades along with the mourning cry of the motherWho counts the wounds, who sees the hunger, the flight of denialThe fibres the nerves, the raptures and bursts, from arteric to cellContinuously repeating, the hymn of life and deathAnd the wholy whore, desecrated in desperationI am the king. The ruler of the grey IslandsI'm the emperor of the voidI am grey. The weakened ruler of these islands.I'm the emperor of the voidI stand before destruction, touching the stone of my realmSo dignified...unmerciful, without empathyYou saw my birth, an ornament in your grainYou see my death, terrible and divine