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He sits so quietly his world is his own,Bound in chains, sits the god on his rotten throne,His eyes are black, color long drained,His life and will broken and betrayed,

[All he has is himself, color turning pale,Nothing of his pride left, his greatest fail,He whispers to himself in the deep dark night,Madness to all who answers in his desperate plight,

He sleeps and he dreams of times long gone by,He wishes and he hopes, maybe one day (time will pass him by)

Endless in his realm, gothic and long broken His strength and his will, time stolen, weakened and alone this God long forgotten