The Unforgiven King
(Raithmorian Ballad - Long.)
Once I had a country,
Once I had clean hands,
Now they are both dirty.
Corrupted by the very hands of me.
I laughed at them,
Because I was a mighty King.
So the chain was then started,
And now I wish it wasn't.
Today, I cry beside the one soul
That stood with me despite my sin.
My ballad is forgotten on the lips of man,
Because none wish to really remember the truth.
Instead, they praised me with false titles,
And false deeds, as they have many kings of the past.
My mind is my own,
But my soul is half a demons.
Can no one come down to release that chain?
The creator could, but he is silent to me now.
That was my price for these men,
And look how my hands can never get enough of their blood.
I reached up to the sky this day,
Demanding my damnation be forgiven.
I got struck with a bolt and was told to go back.
So back to the wary banks of the bloody river I go,
Kneeling down as this tune tormented my mind.
" Please come down to release my chain!"
The creator does not always listen to the damned.
So I sang,
So I sang,
So I sang on high.
Free my heart,
From this burning destruction, I've been given'
I pray to those that listen.
Give me back my soul.
Please, reach down to release my chain.
I've bled for my freedom,
I've pleaded for my pride,
As I walk up this lonely countryside.
Bloody, tattered, and torn, am I,
Where a proud man once stood his ground,
And now we are all forsaken to the demon lord.
Yet, none will hear the pleas of this lone king.
No one will reach down to release my chain.
I pay for my greed, as I look at these corpses
My what a pathetic bunch they were,
Weren't they once my own?
I beg to the heavens above me, on my knees,
Look at this field, where do we go from here?
Please reach down to release these chains.
My song then ended, and I began to weep.
I realized no higher cause will forgive this demon, King.
I had already sold my soul to something worse than Satan.
Mirror, mirror, what do I see,
Everything I do not want to be.
The truth you reveal is clearly laid,
And the visions I wanted, clearly betrayed.
~ My reflective thoughts on how a lot people often do not like to face their true selves ~