Misanthrope

Nothing can cheer me
I am like the king of a rainy land,
Wealthy but impotent, moribund and senile.
Nothing can cheer me
Even the sage alchemist who no longer smoothes my gold,
Nor my subjects who come to die beneath the balcony.
Nothing can cheer me
I am like the king of a rainy land,
Wealthy but impotent, moribund and senile
I'm the dissonant chord in the divine symphony
Comdemned to eternal chants but unable to sing
Gargantuan decline
Gargantuan decline
I shed a darkness sadder than nights (are)
Detestable silent child, hurl a horrible howl