When I die, let the earth forget,
This fleeting cage, this mortal debt.
For in the embers of my last breath’s sigh,
My kingdom waits where shadows lie.

No mournful bells, no holy choir,
Only the crackle of ancient fire.
Through veils of ash and rivers red,
I’ll march to where the fallen tread.

My castle stands in infernal hue,
A spire black against skies untrue.
Its gates, they groan with my name’s command,
Welcoming back my rightful hand.

For long ago, before time was sown,
This throne of flame was mine alone.
A crown of embers,...