In the heart of a forgotten kingdom
Far from the tumult and the savagery of men,
A humble King had grown up.
A King without a story,
A King with his head in the clouds.
Always somewhere else,
Never far away.
Forgotten in the very heart of his kingdom,
Far from the tumult and the savagery of men,
Remains a broken King.
Alone,
He wrote his story.
Secluded and forgotten,
He lost his way.
Here rests my King.