My final is a world where i cannot be seen to exist,
I am a dark, and questionable being,
And i cannot understand,
The reason why I have entered this world.
I have not nor shall i ever pass into nothing,
But nothing i shall remain,
Until that day does come,
And all who stand before,
Call my name, from near, from far,
And i can hold them in an eternal silence,
For they will be me,
And i shall be them.

This world that will be created from dust and earth,
Squarely rounded as his own true throne,
He does not understand,
The reason his world will become mine.
Citizens of the past and future,
Will turn into their equivalents of the present,
And all shall be calm,
'Til the battle commences,
When the war and fury,
Will inspire my soldiers,
For they will be me,
And i shall be them.

To this battle only one winner from the one competitor,
Shall stand before himself and cry,
Victory is mine, Relief i feel,
This man is weak with a heart of stone.
No-one shall doubt, nor believe,
In his true existence and his true peace,
He is feeble with all his strength,
And needs the love his people give,
The huddle they provide,
For their true king,
For they will be me,
And i shall be them.

Men are weak, but a person is strong,
I need this hope, my road is long.