I have walked for years alone, surveying the emptied land
Plague and war weakened us when the sun released a flare
Ever since then there's no normal, we die in great numbers
Some see it as humans have now felt God's wrathful hand
Ever since the events, we are hopeless, many now despair
We shouldn't think we are innocents, we shouldn't wonder
We've earned the world we now have, so I wander about
I am king, of the emptiness, the waste, none should doubt
I'm the King of all things, so I do not accept this final fate
If the others ever realize our folly, I know it will be too late
But until then I will reign with a soft hand, and soft words
For my people are few, wounded, and have become cursed
