What am I but a thorn in your side? Frost in summer, to chill your heart A drifting memory of autumn decay A shadowed soul in a fetter of light An abyssic voice in purile mind Wandering by the shores, of eternal sin The sun no longer shines here Endless waves roll upon the endless shores A sullen ship drifts upon the blackest tide Beneath darkened boughs, no song is heard An endless forest where the devil's shadows play Here I am King Oh, brother I know no other world I know no other For here I am King And a King I shall stay Take my hand Imrama Come on To an eternal infinity Where the stars burn In my name Here I am King