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I stand alone, here I walk on my own No one will know ever my name to call Deep in the forest where shadows wander Reflecting of glory and lost ancient lands Where I come from, what am I heading for My secret thoughts can be touched by no one Cover my face with and old traveling coat Ghosts of the dead shall lead me to the throne In a land with no king And of man's broken dreams Bow your head to the lord of the rings With an army unseen He's dispersing your fear Bow your head to the king of the kings All of my life I've been running astray Chasing, escaping, no alive on my way Fearless and ageless, existence - death row Doomsday is near - I am your final hope Your final hope Bow to me in praise of my madness Pray to me - I will make you god size Come to me - I'll sweeten your sadness Devote to me - I'll scorn your religion Bow to me in praise of my madness Pray to me - I will make you god size Come to me - I'll sweeten your sadness Devote to me - I'll scorn your last sacrifice King of the kings From Letras Mania