They call me a king, and that is alright.
The burden I bear ties me to this world.
They shout at the sky, and ask for light.
I try to appease them with gentle words.
My right arm rises in one sweeping motion,
then suddenly this earth turns to ash.
My left arm points toward the lost oceans,
and suddenly this earth is born once again.
They call me a king, a man without limits.
I am a merely man aware of this world.
They beg for salvation, to be free of sin.
I appease their appetite with my words.
My body rises from its throne on high,
then all that ever was becomes nothing.
My aura dissipates, releasing the sky,
then dark and light consume everything.
I am the king.
Set me free.