Three thousand years of sleep, but now i'm
 Awake
 The moments were divided by invertible pain
 They seemed like years of torture and
 Solitude,
 Despair and scorched in eternal fire

 Far more glorious than you could dream
 [bad word] them from my iron throne
 Oh mighty lord, oh mighty don't let them
 Forget
 The fact, that they betray

 Now that i'm back in the throne
 I will never be all alone
 I will make you pay the price
 For locking me up inside
 You thought i would never return
 But one thing you should learn
 [bad word] king never forgets
 You betray me

 Three thousand years of sleep, but now have
 Returned
 fleeting eternity, my strength regained
 Black wintery dead, absent of color
 Insect or beast, unmeasured by all life

 The sufferings of man's mortality
 I should weigh the sands, the sands of reality
 Where all these things could pass us by
 But i will not be deaf and blind
 All but my pride they gave me back
 And the agony they do not show
 This suffocating sense of silence
 They should use their voice until it's echoless