THE KING’S ABYSS
A king in distress, his heart burdened
By the wars of his emotions
Underneath a veneer of treachery and tranquility
He sobers himself in the waters of immortality
It is the only way he keeps his sanity
Underneath a veneer of bloodshed and uncertainty
His heart yearns for undisturbed peace
For the lord had no mercy
If he could not pardon him off his sins
A dying nation is ruled by a mediocre
He cannot be pardoned
He drowns in the waters of immortality
His drunken state is the most sobere