King of the World (Sig:Ar:Tyr)

In the distant North, beyond the Eastern Sands From the winds of the South, far from Western lands A shadowed throne He wrought, and the nine He taught Of a future kingdom, of a distant time The wise have sought Him, and the brave have fought Him The false have worshipped Him, the true have revered Him He whose fate, the spinning world lies Within the mountains, far from ancient skies And the dreams of an ancient sign, of a shadow far from time And the priest whose next in line, bloodied hand on poisoned vine In the light of the pure green ray, of the elder ones that stayed And a world that's far away, in a night where there is no day Few have seen His dreams, or heard the silent screams Chained to this world, Rex Mundi... Lord of creation, child of the black sun